Little Fly lyrics by UnderGround Fly. Colour world, plastic world deprived of feelings, washed out from the poetry in the damp of the underground my instincts...
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Colour world, plastic world
deprived of feelings, washed out from the poetry
in the damp of the underground
my instincts getting sharp, I mock these times
Feel, what I'm feeling now
Feel, I'm a child child from underground
Truth in dirt, salvation in hands
Here everything is real; I shape time like plasticine
Over there, up on the ground
This world makes me sick
Sugar and Vaseline
Feel like me little child
Feel, I'm a fly from underground
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