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Arms are sometimes shorter than they used to be
I try to reach out for some empathy
You drank champagne with your enemies
I get what is left of your broken glass
It`s saturday night - It`s a cunt hunt
One is a crowd
You are the artist, I`m in pain you paint
It`s saturday night - It`s a cunt hunt
It`s white, made out of rice, distilled twice
Tons of footsteps, collectors`s items
Cracking ice and melting hearts
Sometimes the crowd is yelling, give you advice (the crowd is wise)
Silence sometimes would be nice
It`s saturday night - It`s a cunt hunt
One is a crowd
You are the artist, I`m in pain you paint
It`s saturday night - It`s a cunt hunt
One is a crowd
It`s white, made out of rice, distilled twice
Everything`s a reflection of your mood
My teeth are filled - every hour - with your ache
You shine, I drink my wine, you read my mind
One is a crowd, two is a mess - you read my mind
It`s saturday night - It`s a cunt hunt
One is a crowd
You are the artist, I`m in pain you paint
It`s saturday night - It`s a cunt hunt
One is a crowd
You are an artist