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you were talking to me and looking at a monkey feeding a monkey fruit and bread you know what: everybody dies in august when no-one cries or in someone's cruel cruel eyes but we're not dead i'd found a bug in the water jug it lay numb on my thumb i blew it away and let it play on the floor at my door you were talking to me and looking at a monkey feeding a monkey fruit and bread you know what: everybody dies in august when no-one cries or in someone's cruel cruel eyes but we're not dead From Letras Mania