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I changed all your words but my poltergeist concurs that words aren't even necessary right now

One ordinary life, with music

You and me and the war at the end times

Onde os escravos eram castigados

Up in the rafters, a rope is dangling, spots before the eyes of rock and roll

Canto ostinato

I am a man of constant sorrow

Kicking, squealing, Scaramouchey little piggy

Spoke to me in sweet accustomed ways

I am dancing at the feet of my lord, all is bliss, all is bliss

And it's something so good, just can't function no more