Transcription: Every butterfly from overseas, this may become more dead Chinese whispers on American moans, starving eye holes Where it's nothing to stand still but the heart stands still And I still believe in something else Than when the eagles creep I can't get no no no sleep So picture me and I'll be free As the old man who saved the best for last For he died and no one cried About polaroids and diarrhea I can't count down in Baguio
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