My legs take me to all manner of places I need to get Upon my beautiful, practical, environmentally-friendly Bicyclette My hands rape me at night beneath the all-knowing stars They seduce my emotions by caressing the heartstrings of my guitar Don't ask for an interpretation to this dream Don't ask me to explain myself again My heart is an instrument for gauging what you feel My mind's a justice of peace that discerns what is bullshit and what is real My mouth only speaks what is true for him and her, for you and me My eyes see beyond the future that your god has decreed Don't ask for an interpretation to this dream Don't ask me to explain myself again.
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