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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, well 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, well 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 courtesans will fall beneath my tender hand

When their husbands are not around

But you my soiled teenage girlfriend

Though you are furrowed like a lioness

And we are vagabonds, we travel without seatbelts on

We live this close to death

And try one, and try two, guess it always comes down to

Alright, well okay, guess it’s better to turn this

Well I won, and you lose, guess it always comes down to

The alright, it’s okay, guess it’s better to turn this