Holy shit, get offended
There's a skill you don't have
It's not clear if you're there
You're bourgeois, give up
The architects are here
They have the city in their hands
Change course, change style
Discover the leap year
Your floundering is vulgar, you know
Squarciavole you delude yourself
Like night in the clouds
This is one-nine-nine-six
Christ let her not be here
It's not clear, yes I know
But it's clear It's a skill I don't have
Extreme construction worker
You cry and then you purr
While I've lost my muse
I change course, I change style
I discover the leap year
My floundering is vulgar, you know
Funny and criminal
Your soap scale
This is one nine nine nine six
Where are you ?

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