| There is little place in life for a feat,
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| But there are many places for bad ideas...
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| He invented a princess for himself
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| And he took his heart to her.
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| And, of course, she was flattered
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| What's so crazy
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| But she didn't love him
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| Didn't love - and that's all.
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| She kept him on a steel leash,
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| But not closer than known boundaries.
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| She didn't need a crane in her hand at all,
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| She had enough tits.
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| And while he realized that there was nothing to wait,
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| Too many years have passed.
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| Even if time turns back
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| Anyway, we are no longer there.
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| Chorus:
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| The sun is lower, longer than the shadow,
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| The shadows are moving straight towards us.
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| Forgetting the flowers on the stage
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| We are going home.
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| There is not much meaning in this life
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| And at the base, alas, sadness.
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| And no one fell off the ledge,
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| And no one flew at night.
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| And no one was even sent -
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| Night, call, empty conversation ...
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| An angel just died and somewhere in the sky
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| Less than one star...
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| Chorus:
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| The sun is lower, longer than the shadow,
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| The shadows are moving straight towards us.
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| Forgetting the flowers on the stage
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| We are going home.
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| losing
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| Chorus:
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| The sun is lower, longer than the shadow,
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| The shadows are moving straight towards us.
|
| Forgetting the flowers on the stage
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| We are going home.
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| The sun is lower, longer than the shadow,
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| The shadows are moving straight towards us.
|
| Forgetting the flowers on the stage
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| We are going home. |