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I'm a charity worker into the art of forgetting fund me my life seems to pass by without me you dragon, unleash me paving our way into bloom a parisian flick, relieved, like a Woody Allen movie Then I was young, it was always too late to grow up standing blinded on the rooftops taking polaroids of your wary eyes isn't it a beautiful place ... Then I was young, it was always too late ... to grow up led by the Oracle, to bear oil like nothing else Gola Profunda, an Ex will blow you up caught again in a lasered dream I'm Jesus with a Billion Dollar bill at the markets of Marrakesh I feel numb... From Letras Mania