[rock opera] [him] I'm reading an article about an artist and her new Record I'm impressed by the review I think to myself I'll give her a call and congratulate her “Hi, how are you?” She answers, but I can't understand her The connection is bad Still, I have a sense of what she means... At least a little bit She wants to explain something to me but the connection cuts out That’s just typical, as usual I’m going around in circles [she screams - her] "I have no interest in hating you" [another her] "just because she’s giving you the “slizzle taste” back" [him] I’m reflecting—she’s physically famest I’m upper Devachan Famest [another him] "What do you think could be a deal between us?" [her] "nothing" "absolutely nothing" "Please don’t say anything about it" [him] Okay, I acknowledge "I respect your privacy i will hang up the phone." -- That’s how it would have been back in the ’80s, maybe - but now you take a drug and talk to each other from 10,000 kilometers apart [her] “It’s only 9,000 kilometers” [him] “Well then, just 9,000 kilometers.” [another her] "And what about this song here?" "What’s the message?" [her] “There’s no such thing as privacy!” [him] “Yeah, unfortunately.” "But what if we could all live in peace with one another because of it?" [her] “Not possible anymore.” [him] Why? "Maybe in the future, it’ll be normal and peaceful!" [her] “He’s still an idiot!” [him] What am I supposed to answer to that? “You’re the one who is!” [Instrumental] [him] “You mean I could act like Till Eulenspiegel?” [her] “Yes, that’s right!” [him] Well then Have a nice evening [her] Bye [him] But okay, I still like you somehow [her] I respect you [chorus] We respect us The world respects us [him] Thanks thanks to all listeners [chorus] thanks to the audience thanks to the audience thanks to the audience
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