Playing William Tell

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These dances are like William Tell games
And this honey is sweet like the blood on your wrist
So laugh, we read about it in the newspapers
And we ask the Lord to give us a day and another day and another hour

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But our relatives are just like those who don’t want bad things
They are unlikely to notice how the morning snow tears their clothes
And the midnight sun will suddenly be reflected in a glass of tea
And suddenly Sunday is almost always a third of Monday
Almost as always...

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