The invoice is paid, as I was born
So upon the cross I get laid
The invoice is paid
So don't ask yourself why
Don't think, don't be shy
Spead your wings
And start to fly
Don't ask about what's my will
It doesn't matter my blood spill
Don't ask about what I want
Don't make an elephant
Out of an ant
The invoice is paid
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