Einar :
I need the flowers....
I need....
Bjork :
I notice this sound
Let it come from my radio <....>
Something comes to me
Moving me....and how he strokes
His hand reaches, tie us
Or with the eyes
When you think....he imitates
I'm watching through the carden of my eyes
I'm single having my opinions
Even fuck with them.....so I invited:
"Coman, you can just swim up to me
I'll show you the flowers"
But he follows....he imitates
Einar : I need the flowers
Bjork :
All the flowers....
And all for....all for
Einar : I need the flowers
Bjork :
Step the constant following
I get rid of....
He's elipsing on my energy
"Go off me!
You can just swim by yourself
You can find your own flowers"
Einar : I need the flowers
Bjork :
He imitates
And all for....
He ask all....
For these fucking gloves to follow
The flowers....
You can see it
It's so obvious
You must be someone else
You must be someone other than I am
You must have other needs....other opinions
Einar : I need the flowers
Bjork :
He follows, he imitates
And all for, all for
Einar : I need flowers
Bjork : It's the flowers
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