And in the refrigerator at night

Food is more useful and right

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Nothing is forever under the star

Started my doctor from afar

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About alcohol - I know my norm as such

But I can’t drink so much

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You are very chained by  brain

Let me loosen the chain

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Olga's heart is made of stone

You'd better leave her alone

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Don't put croutons into your salad

They scratch my face and make me avid

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Since I've learned the Morse

Trampling hooves of our horse

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Listen to your inner voice

Or you will get into a mess