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There is one who cannot stop
Talking about glamour
And he only thinks about eating
His forbidden fruit
My majesty has been lost
Between a crowd
Wetting the carpet
With her diva dreams
Picnic at 4 B
It's a question of voltage
Picnic at 4 B
You already got used to it
They knock on the door
For the tenth time
Someone is missing to come
When that worn-out face comes up
And I lowered my alcohol
Among the avalanche I will be able to stick my nose out
And go out into the street
Picnic at 4 B
It's a question of voltage
Picnic at 4 B
You already got used to it
I prefer to wander without meaning
To wallpaper my room
I thought I could change that sound
And here I'm
Dancing to this damn song
Oh no, this is not my night