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Oh brother don´t wake me up, I´ll sleep all day, she said my sister said to me I hate this town that´s laying under me I agree, I agree with you sister you know I´d love to go with you to New York city but me and Ossi ain´t got no money If I filled the cracks in my ceiling If would look fine but There´s moisture and mould there behind I´ll bloom like everything always do But if you take this can of white spray and just spray all over we´d hide in your apartment forever or at least until these stupid thoughts have disiesed Oh mother you were warm but yet so cold when you came home from Italy and my father he didn´t understand but I understand you both more than you know so why don´t you why don´t you ask me we all got plans and we all got believes and I believe that love soon will come to me it´s building up inside the precious girl will win the lottery If I filled the cracks of my ceiling it would look fine but there´s moisture and mould there behind it´ll bloom like everything always do yeah