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I come down from this loneliness I spread things on a chalk floor There are mere foolish daydreams torturing me Cropped photographs In broadsheet newspapers, often I will play you On a confetti storage cloth I will play you On a confetti storage cloth I fire cannonballs It is useless, as there is a grand vizier There are so many old violets without a hummingbird I would like to use it, who knows? A straitjacket or a Venus jacket But I won't make fun of us Just a cigarette I won't even kiss you Using up my lipstick like this Now I get a truck On the canvas, I'm going to get knocked out again Forever I was chained to your heel My 20 years boy, that's over, baby Freud explains I won't get dirty Smoking just one cigarette I won't even kiss you Using up my lipstick like this As for the confetti cloth My carnival is over And that explains why sex It's a popular topic Anyway, I'm leaving Anyway, I'm leaving Anyway, I'm leaving In addition...