The Lost Samurai
Like abandoned dog
The shelter I gotta go
Was forgotten and dubbed as recently found place to get a cheap dope
I feel like adopted
The signpost I stopped at
Says I'm close enough to catch up present days' time I've early lost
Hey, never felt relevant
The three elephants years ago shook off the Earth
They left pulling out spears from theirs back, felt really exhausted
Suddenly ground turned all around, I found myself totally lost
When others shackled themselves tightly in chains
Celebrating new birthday
I hate them, cause their life every minute moves on
No oil lamp, dead Kaiser – that's the picture I right now observe
Choral concert on the curve called a quintessence, drawn me!
My inner sense assures I'm about to catch it up
But why this winter's so warm?
Stop it!
Let me get in the last wagon
You told snobbery is gonna help me but somehow it started to hold
Keeps me breathing with air, which is much than just sore
I'm afraid I was meant to lie next to this dinosaur
Stop it!
Let me get in the last wagon
You told snobbery is gonna help me but somehow it started to hold
Keeps me breathing with air, which is much than just sore
I'm afraid I was meant to lie next to this dinosaur
Please, shut down the fan (off)
It's so cold and this panel
Still won't make me to say that I wanna take him, persistently channel
I'm out of game (so?) Lost, forgotten and lame
The world turns around and I put on socks with sandals again
Please, shut down the fan
Don't track where I'm going (no need)
I'm trying to find the place
Where 'Stan' is a school course's cautionary poem
While hundred lines are waiting for film about the Iron Tony (fools)
I'm searching in a town for screening of one of the Coens
Pockets are full of the coins
It's enough for a bus ride, but not for the slot machine
In which Asian jinn could have created for me a better ghostwriter
It's sad, he hasn't been born yet
I'm stuck in the time, I totally fall at
Biases are gone, time is my convent
Stop it!
Let me get in the last wagon
You told snobbery is gonna help me but somehow it started to hold
Keeps me breathing with air, which is much than just sore
I'm afraid I was meant to lie next to this dinosaur
Stop it!
Let me get in the last wagon
You told snobbery is gonna help me but somehow it started to hold
Keeps me breathing with air, which is much than just sore
I'm afraid I was meant to lie next to this dinosaur
The shelter I gotta go
Was forgotten and dubbed as recently found place to get a cheap dope
I feel like adopted
The signpost I stopped at
Says I'm close enough to catch up present days' time I've early lost
Hey, never felt relevant
The three elephants years ago shook off the Earth
They left pulling out spears from theirs back, felt really exhausted
Suddenly ground turned all around, I found myself totally lost
When others shackled themselves tightly in chains
Celebrating new birthday
I hate them, cause their life every minute moves on
No oil lamp, dead Kaiser – that's the picture I right now observe
Choral concert on the curve called a quintessence, drawn me!
My inner sense assures I'm about to catch it up
But why this winter's so warm?
Stop it!
Let me get in the last wagon
You told snobbery is gonna help me but somehow it started to hold
Keeps me breathing with air, which is much than just sore
I'm afraid I was meant to lie next to this dinosaur
Stop it!
Let me get in the last wagon
You told snobbery is gonna help me but somehow it started to hold
Keeps me breathing with air, which is much than just sore
I'm afraid I was meant to lie next to this dinosaur
Please, shut down the fan (off)
It's so cold and this panel
Still won't make me to say that I wanna take him, persistently channel
I'm out of game (so?) Lost, forgotten and lame
The world turns around and I put on socks with sandals again
Please, shut down the fan
Don't track where I'm going (no need)
I'm trying to find the place
Where 'Stan' is a school course's cautionary poem
While hundred lines are waiting for film about the Iron Tony (fools)
I'm searching in a town for screening of one of the Coens
Pockets are full of the coins
It's enough for a bus ride, but not for the slot machine
In which Asian jinn could have created for me a better ghostwriter
It's sad, he hasn't been born yet
I'm stuck in the time, I totally fall at
Biases are gone, time is my convent
Stop it!
Let me get in the last wagon
You told snobbery is gonna help me but somehow it started to hold
Keeps me breathing with air, which is much than just sore
I'm afraid I was meant to lie next to this dinosaur
Stop it!
Let me get in the last wagon
You told snobbery is gonna help me but somehow it started to hold
Keeps me breathing with air, which is much than just sore
I'm afraid I was meant to lie next to this dinosaur
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