Barcelona: where the winds all blewThe churches don't have windowsBut
Your hopes in the sky but your heart like grape
I went out a'wanderingBeneath an unknown skyThe heavens all shook
Fatboy goes to the poolSees his reflectionDoesn't know what to
Would you like to ram your tongue down my throatWould
Ophelia drowned in the waterCrushed by her own weightHitler loved
Venus De Milo in her half-baked shellUnderstood the nature of
Please love let's make no impartial vowLet it all fall
There's a little bird somebody sentDown to the EarthTo live
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