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FRowers gliding on the rCiver
FCanadian geese crap along the Gbank
FBack wheel of my bike begins to qCuiver
The cFhain is wrapped around the cGrank
FOld ladies, who must be doggie traCining
FWalking throwing balls, chasing all the sGheep
While the fFarmer stands around, and he´s complCaining
His mad Fcows are being put to sGleep
And I´m PFisces fCish and the rGiver runs thCrough Fmy sGoul
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FSmoke signals from the bCrewery
Like sFomeone in there found the lates GPope
In a vat of bFeer that keeps pumping out with fCury
While the cFhurch bell ringer´s tangled in his rGope
FThere´s a temple on an iCsland
I tFhink of all the Gods and what they fGeel
You can only fFind them in the deepest sCilence
I´ve got to getF off of this big wGheel
I´m PFisces fCish and the rGiver runs thCrough Fmy sGoul
I´m PFisces fCish and the rGiver runs thCrough Fmy sGoul
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GAnd I´ll be swimming until I can find those wCaters
GThat´s the one unbounded ocean of bCliss
GThat´s flowing through your parents, sons and dCaughters
GBut still an easy thing for us to mCiss
FBlades go skimming through the wCater
I hear theF coxon shouting his instructions aGbout
With this cFrew oh, it could be a tall oCrder
Have we Ftime to sort all these things oGut?
FSometimes my life it feels like fCiction
Some of theF days it´s really quite seGrene
I´m a living prFoof of all life´s contradCicions
One half´sF going where the other half´s just bGeen
And I´m PFisces fCish and the rGiver runs thCrough Fmy sGoul
I´m PFisces fCish and the rGiver runs thCrough Fmy sGoul
I´m PFisces fCish and the rGiver runs thCrough Fmy sGoul
Contribuição: Thiago Tavano Sammartino(email protected)
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