"Stop being in prison, come out!" |
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The chief spoke to me so kindly, -
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Genie, and then let Aladdin go,
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And that you won’t return to the bottle - I believe in the word.
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And here it is, making noise, the station, here is the carriage,
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Only the windows are not barred.
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Just don't run to sit down,
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And the conductor is fit for my daughter.
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Chorus:
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Freed, freed
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Will fell from heaven into a bag.
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Like falling in love, falling in love again.
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Just to whom, I don’t understand.
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Here is the city. |
And who are you?
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How did the crows bring you here?
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You can touch the trees with your hand -
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You don't recognize them, they have already grown up.
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And behind the trees is a house. |
And she is in it.
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It strums on the piano, and - heaven in the soul.
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Maybe the windows will light up from the dark,
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Maybe single and still unmarried.
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Chorus:
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Freed, freed
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Will fell from heaven into a bag.
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Like falling in love, falling in love again.
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Just to whom, I don’t understand.
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A couple of steps into the yard - that's friends.
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Yearned, come on, but what's the point?
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Neither with a snout, nor with a scent - prison melancholy,
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And all are painted with tattoos.
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Every second turned gray, aged,
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And the rest get fat from laziness.
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And although none of them sat,
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They work better than me, but for a hair dryer.
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Chorus:
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Freed, freed
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Will fell from heaven into a bag.
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Like falling in love, falling in love again.
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Just to whom, I don’t understand.
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So, let's hit the frets - after all, they hit them.
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And everything will sparkle with foamy glasses.
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And they will dance and sing along
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With bare, bare, bare walls.
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And finally, wine -
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Plant thawed patches in your soul.
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And call. |
And she will pick up the phone.
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And he will say in his hearts: "You did not get there."
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Chorus:
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Freed, freed
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Will fell from heaven into a bag.
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Like falling in love, falling in love again.
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Just to whom, I don’t understand. |