| First, let’s start with a catastrophy
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| A deceiving yet gentle disharmony
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| When silence turns into an odyssey
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| A hazardous flight through anatomy
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| And the listener starts thinking
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| «Is this where I want to be Is not this music luring and pulling me Deep down into a space where I have no ability
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| To withstand unconsciousness and futility»
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| It makes him feel oh so tender
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| It makes him feel oh so soft
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| It makes him curl up inside
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| And spend all the love that he never got
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| Second, when we are done with the cowardly
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| Who evidently had no shred of dignity
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| We start with the naked and foolhardy
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| And force him to utter addictively
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| «Why is my God lying and cheating me?
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| Is there no end to this forcefed hypocrisy?
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| Is it I or he who has got the best of me?
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| That is served with this religious monogamy»
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| It makes him feel oh so tender
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| It maked him feel oh so soft
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| It makes him curl up inside
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| And spend all the love he never got
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| (This is how the slightest disharmony turns into a lucid disharmony) |