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Saint Vitus
See me stroke this earth
with my golden hand
and stir up a waltz or three...
or ballet, or tap, take your pick;
Elmo has nothing on me!
I secretly control the universe
with my jokerly grin.
Don't believe me?
Let's crack a shot on Vidovdan.
Let's make a powerful play.
Pray me a giggle when writhing in agony
What fun it was to be tortured
...if I was...
who I was...
I'm more relic than man.
Hark, what's that tapping?
Ah, it's those who festival
on my grave with glee.
I'll consider it a compliment.
I secretly control them,
that's the power of god for you.
Don't believe me?
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