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And here I dreamt I was a soldier
And I marched the streets of Birkenau
And I recall in spring, the perfume that the air would bring
To the indolent town
Where the barkers called the moon down
The carnival was ringing loudly now
And just to lay with you, there's nothing that I wouldn't do
Save lay my rifle down
And try one, and try two
Guess it always comes down to
Alright, it's okay
Guess it's better to turn this way
And I am nothing of a builder
But here I dreamt I was an architect
And I built this balustrade to keep you home, to keep you safe
From the outside world
But the angles and the corners
Even though my work is unparalleled
They never seemed to meet, the structure fell about our feet
And we were free to go
And try one, and try two
Guess it always comes down to
Alright, it's okay
Guess it's better to turn this way
And here in Spain I am a Spaniard
I will be buried with my marionettes
Countess and courtesan have fallen beneath my tender hand
When their husbands were not around
But you, my soiled teenage girlfriend
While you furrow like a lioness
And we are vagabonds, we travel without seat belts on
And live this close to death
And try one, and try two
Guess it always comes down to
Alright, it's okay
Guess it's better to turn this...
But I won, so you lose
Guess it always comes down to
Alright, it's okay
Guess it's better to turn this way
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