Everything Everything borderline
Wonder if anything can be fine
Constantly constantly hear the cry
Happy that Ostriches cannot fly
Sand from Sahara across the pond
Blows all-over and far beyond
Everyone everyone gets their share
Camels and Bedouins wouldn't care
The sky is blue and clouds high and fluffy
And nothing points to what may happen soon
I brace myself when everyone is bluffing
There is someone who isn't a buffoon
Everything points to the nearing end
Pointless to bury the head in the sand
Savages flood through the open gate
Wild crowd ravages by the bait.
Nearly unable to be myself
Venturing out becomes unsafe
Nothing is making a bit of sense
Sounding happy is false pretense
The sky is blue and clouds high and fluffy
And nothing points to what may happen soon
I brace myself when everyone is bluffing
There is someone who isn't a buffoon
Everything Everything borderline
Wonder if anything can be fine
Sand from Sahara across the pond
Blows all-over and far beyond
Alexander S Polyak - The Premonition Lyrics
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Everything Everything borderline
Wonder if anything can be fine
Constantly constantly hear the cry
Happy that Ostriches cannot fly
Sand from Sahara across the pond
Blows all-over and far beyond
Everyone everyone gets their share
Camels and Bedouins wouldn't care
The sky is blue and clouds high and fluffy
And nothing points to what may happen soon
I brace myself when everyone is bluffing
There is someone who isn't a buffoon
Everything points to the nearing end
Pointless to bury the head in the sand
Savages flood through the open gate
Wild crowd ravages by the bait.
Nearly unable to be myself
Venturing out becomes unsafe
Nothing is making a bit of sense
Sounding happy is false pretense
The sky is blue and clouds high and fluffy
And nothing points to what may happen soon
I brace myself when everyone is bluffing
There is someone who isn't a buffoon
Everything Everything borderline
Wonder if anything can be fine
Sand from Sahara across the pond
Blows all-over and far beyond
Wonder if anything can be fine
Constantly constantly hear the cry
Happy that Ostriches cannot fly
Sand from Sahara across the pond
Blows all-over and far beyond
Everyone everyone gets their share
Camels and Bedouins wouldn't care
The sky is blue and clouds high and fluffy
And nothing points to what may happen soon
I brace myself when everyone is bluffing
There is someone who isn't a buffoon
Everything points to the nearing end
Pointless to bury the head in the sand
Savages flood through the open gate
Wild crowd ravages by the bait.
Nearly unable to be myself
Venturing out becomes unsafe
Nothing is making a bit of sense
Sounding happy is false pretense
The sky is blue and clouds high and fluffy
And nothing points to what may happen soon
I brace myself when everyone is bluffing
There is someone who isn't a buffoon
Everything Everything borderline
Wonder if anything can be fine
Sand from Sahara across the pond
Blows all-over and far beyond
Writer: Alexander Polyak
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