Text: Meganoidi. Nine Times Out Of Ten.

come on every day's doomsday
the donkey's known that for donkey's years
double check your pocket
the key's vanished
a horde of shadows took it back
but probably we'll bring it back again

nine time of ten they are impostors
draining lakes
to get a dorp for a new life, brand new veins
and you won't see that
the mincer is getting larger and then racoons are moving away
remember we'll always stay and cry

it's draining to begin again every day
we must forget the boundless wood
the deepest crevasse
every day is doomsday
the donkey's known that for donkey's years
his silohuette running on the hill, waiting I'm ready to lose everything

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