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Le Mal Du Pays

(Songtext by Tom Bachler
Inspired by a novel of Haruki Murakami)

The chime’s ringing just too sweet.
so airy, so complete.
Be gone, my beautiful.

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Good day, so how is it going?
Don’t ask, you’re making a whip out of your tongue.
Maybe just quiz another one.

Stubbels and thoughts pop up as I olden.
I take the blade, I cut it all away.
Hey babyface, hey canny bastard, where have you been?
Been all the time?

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The chime’s ringing just too sweet.
so airy, so complete.
I wanna spot crazes,
see it in pieces,
hear its tone fading.

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Look up, that bird’s learned his tricks, so
rare air won’t stop (him) to wheel and glide
in a brisk ride – straight up like bubbles in champaign.
Take it from his book!

Oh my, only my grief now leads back to you.
Cutting the line’s all I’m up to do.
Come better days.

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I must embrace you for my good-bye,
exercise caution, your grip is a gooey one.
Must not lay down, cant’t sit on your lap,
ever-tempting cotton ball.

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Oh my, only my grief now leads back to you.
Cutting the line’s all I’m up to do.
Come better days.
Oh my, only my grief can connect us two.
And I’m feeling pain all out of the blue.
Come better days. Come better days now.

Oh my, only my grief now leads back to you.
And cutting the line’s all I wanna do.
Come better days. Come better days now.
Oh my, only my grief can connect us two.
Only my juices flow back to you.
Le mal du pays.