| Palms are fitted black and finely tuned
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| To triggers, cause bodies that tremble
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| But this mud looks shallow from the beach
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| When we hide behind such ugly faces
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| And the dark-eyed woman lifts her head
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| «Why do we hide behind such ugly faces?»
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| Child-bearing games from the streets down to the shores
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| They’re playing as waterways open in an obscene gaping gasp
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| But this mud looks shallow from the beach
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| When we hide behind such ugly faces
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| And the dark-eyed woman lifts her head
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| «Why do we hide behind such ugly faces?»
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| «Rally all your men there is work to be done»
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| Still, we don’t have the time for speaking out of place
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| Because he won’t come down
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| (He won’t come down)
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| He won’t come down
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| (He won’t come down)
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| When lengths of snakes match each silent syllable
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| «With eyes like these»
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| Face glistening with suspense of a scalpel blade
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| Clockwork calculating surgical precision
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| But this mud looks shallow from the beach
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| When we hide behind such ugly faces
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| And the dark-eyed woman lifts her head
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| «Why do we hide behind such ugly faces?»
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| «Rally all your men there is work to be done»
|
| Still, we don’t have the time for speaking out of place
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| He won’t come down
|
| (He won’t come down)
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| He won’t come down
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| (He won’t come down)
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| He won’t come down
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| (He won’t come down)
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| He won’t come down
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| (He won’t come down)
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| La, la, la da da
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| La, la, la da da
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| La, la, la da da
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| La, la, la da da
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| La, la, la da da
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| La, la, la da da
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| La, la, la da da
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| Palms are fitted black and finely tuned
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| To stomachs, swallowed whole that bayou
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| But this mud looks shallow from the beach
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| When we hide behind such ugly faces
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| And the dark-eyed woman lifts her head
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| «Why do we hide behind such ugly faces?» |