How does the girl come by here
Looking like a saint
She already has a good life, she can't complain
Solitude is my pastime and the sun alarm clock
Every now and then she sleeps on the floor
Finding the bed too soft
I live right in the middle of the street
For me, life is hard
But my ceiling has stars
And at the top a flying saucer
Flying over the sea
Changing places
Wanting to take me to another world
I get in the way of your night path
Noticing his defects one by one
He got stuck in a manhole
Lost all respect
I'm killing my time
Waiting for a flying saucer
Flying over the sea
Changing places
Wanting to take me to another world

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