And here I dreamt I was a soldier and I marched the streets of Birkenau and I recall in spring the perfume that the air would bring to the indolent town. Here the barkers call the moon down. The carnival was ringing loudly now. And just to lie with you, there's nothing that I wouldn't do save lay my rifle down.
And try one, try two, guess it always comes down to all right okay guess it's better to turn this way.
And I am nothing of a builder, but here I dreamt I was an architect and I built this balustrade to keep you home, to keep you safe from the outside world. But the angles and the corners (even though my work is unparalelled) never seemed to meet, the structure fell about our feet and we were free to go.
And try one, try two, guess it always comes down to all right okay guess it's better to turn this way.
Here in Spain I am a Spaniard. I will be buried with my marionettes. Countess and courtesan have fallen 'neath my tender hand when their husbands were not around. But you, my soiled teenage girlfriend, while you furrow like a lioness, we are vagabonds, we travel without seatbelts on, we live this close to death.
And try one, try two, guess it always comes down to all right okay guess it's better to turn this way.
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