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Morning bus Evening tram Isn’t it the same… isn’t it the same? Your closed eyes on a hot red seat Your handsome body stretched out like meat Isn’t it the same, isn’t it the same, still the same? Morning bus Evening tram Go under water down into the dam I’d fall in love with you But I’ve got one small problem you know I go under water into the dam But if you don’t mind Just take my arm Hook into mine like the last time But if you don’t mind Just take my arm Hook into mine And we’ll go to drown Morning girls Evening boys All look like toys Making noise Hi, ciao, ahoj Morning bus At 7 o’clock An old ugly brunette ****** my **** I know it is just a toy a toy making noise Freezing morning Warm night The way seen Is not quite bright Upon an eye fallen profiles of things Upon a tongue cut out shadows that shrinks The road having been gone Is not yet quite bright But if you don’t mind Just take my arm Hook into mine like the last time But if you don’t mind Just take my arm Hook into mine And we’ll go to drown — some 1996 or 1997 in Brno
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Jul 12, 2016
Jul 12, 2016 at 11:33 AM UTC
Morning Bus (1996)
Morning bus Evening tram Isn’t it the same… isn’t it the same? Your closed eyes on a hot red seat Your handsome body stretched out like meat Isn’t it the same, isn’t it the same, still the same? Morning bus Evening tram Go under water down into the dam I’d fall in love with you But I’ve got one small problem you know I go under water into the dam But if you don’t mind Just take my arm Hook into mine like the last time But if you don’t mind Just take my arm Hook into mine And we’ll go to drown Morning girls Evening boys All look like toys Making noise Hi, ciao, ahoj Morning bus At 7 o’clock An old ugly brunette ****** my **** I know it is just a toy a toy making noise Freezing morning Warm night The way seen Is not quite bright Upon an eye fallen profiles of things Upon a tongue cut out shadows that shrinks The road having been gone Is not yet quite bright But if you don’t mind Just take my arm Hook into mine like the last time But if you don’t mind Just take my arm Hook into mine And we’ll go to drown — some 1996 or 1997 in Brno
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Jul 12, 2016
Jul 12, 2016 at 11:33 AM UTC
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