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He was walking down the street in a hurry
He knew he was being watched
I walked up to him and said, Hey buddy, can you spare me a cigarette?
He said: I'll give it to you, but go smoke over there
Two men smoking together can be very risky!
He said: The most expensive dish at the best banquet is
What do you eat in the heads of people who think?
And the head cannibals discover those who think
Because those who think, think better when they are still
Excuse my rush, pretending to be late
I work in a notary's office but I'm a writer
I lost my pen, I don't even know what month it was
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The hurried man left me and flew away
Then I leaned against a post and started smoking
Three others arrived with pistols in their hands
One shouted: Put your hand on your head, you scoundrel, if you don't want to take hot lead to your horns
I said: Sure, of course, but what did I do?
If it's a document, I have it here
Another said: It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, stay there
I want to know what you were thinking
I evaluate the price based on the mental level
That you walk around using
And then I tell you the price your head is now costing
My head fallen, loose on the floor
I saw my body without her for the first and last time
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They threw my empty head in the kitchen trash
And I was now a brain, a living brain in vinaigrette
My brain immediately thought: whatever, but I've never been a fan
I was put at the table with two others
And there were three rare dishes, and it was the maitre d' who put them
I felt horror at being eaten with desire by a well-dressed gentleman
My last piece, before being swallowed, still thought grouchy
Who could this wretched guy be the owner of this whole mess?
Everything is already set up, the game of cannibal hunters
But the business here is very flag-bearing
It gives too much flag, my God
Be careful brother, be careful wise sir
This is serious advice for you
I died and I don't even know what month it was
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