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Woke up this morning
Took a peep at the clock
Saw the time was 10 AM
Turned to sleep right back.
I don't have a job
I don't have money
They banned me from IRC
And you don't answer me, honey.
What shall I do? What can I do?
My shrink said: "Nahum
Get a grip on your life!
Don't just wait for Mashiach --
Bring him!"
But Mashiach doesn't come
Mashiach doesn't even phone
Mashiach is in heaven
And we are down here alone.
The leaves are brown,
The sky gray
My head is aching,
My mind in disarray.
I'd dive straight into the swimming pool
And never come out
Or jump off the Azrieli Towers
If to there I'd find a route.
But I'm too lazy
I'm too numb to move a hair
I don't care...
I don't care...
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Hey baby, wanna
stick your
clouded
frost-spire
into my gates
of attrition?
חצילה נצנצית,
בלאקרית קשוחה,
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