Automatic for the people
so sarcastic for this crowd
He's the king of all creation
he knows when and whereabouts
He seems a destroyer
shootin' round to light his diet
Coz he snores like some nutty dragon
and still demands new air to breathe it out,
to breathe in and out
People call him frenzy, people think he's wild
But he's just a poet sitting on a cloud
"I don't wanna come down", he says,
"I wanna stay so high. I want to spit my fire,
just to bring you light"...
And indeed they need it
and they greet him well
He knows when and whereabouts
and have stories to tell
He's not an idiot
Yet he lives in a few minds
They are like continents, with their mountains high
On a clear he sees as the sky
Falls in love with a river, he's a great guy
He's a true believer
(chorus repeat)
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