You are the phone, the coffee
Which was drunk so slowly
That it had time to get cold
I am Nivea Blu in the winters
And the shirts, and the gloves
And all that is left is
My eyes that hurt
My eyes I'm in so much pain
Your head will fall off if you stand still
I've stuck mine straight into the sand
LÃÈ They cut off my fingers easily
Dina cut off two on the left hand
My ones I have so ¥ hurt
My friends I have so much pain
My friends I have so much pain
My friends I have so much სსტ¥ pain
My eyes I have so much pain
My eyes I have so much pain
My eyes I have so bad
My eyes I'm so bad

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