The back door
Don't spin your tales
Swinging the doors
It doesn't stop history
The back door
Face up the music
Don't crow about the past
It isn't in the right tuning
Learn to accept
The dictatorship shouldn't realize
Parliament has to reconvene
It can't be postponed as it is
The back door
Face up to the music
By the wrong way
It has to face the fall
It doesn't matter how it is spinning
By the back door it never brings fragrance
The bad spell will flow the air
So face up the music of broken chords
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