The road that leads
to the end of the world
traveled has been
celebrated harshly
learned from sermons
is afraid of the good bits
from rumors wings,
lame poetic feet
You tune me to sing again
you tune me to sing again!
Everywhere you go
there the sun shines
and when the eye ¤so you close
it's probably sinking to the ground
and I can't fill
my head with only worries
the whole world again seems
to be on the side of the good
The weak are
always pulled under
the poor squat
ordered ä terruvalta
everyone knows the monkey
but it doesn't know
anyone, nothing
but luckily you still
Tune in ¤t me to ring again
you tune me to ring again!

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