He is coming from a part of hell
Where like Nanbu, I don't go down well
He can't tell that when oblivion
It's a ditch strung out, routine as well
Making fools out of the best of us
Making robots of the rest of us
In that sense I tell in America today
There's a crack, just like going out westward
(Life is simple in the moonlight - The strokes)
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