| Seeded by chance on a fertile ground
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| We were born too soon and grew up too fast
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| And the garden was lush when we came to light
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| Nettles in the grass
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| Tares among the wheat
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| We were tough and fierce and we loved the rain as much as the drought
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| The other monsters and me
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| Looking so cute and so twee and as light as light could be
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| The other monsters and me
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| We hadn’t any idea of what the future would be
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| And we loved to stare at the tortured skies
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| Our hearts were hard and so tough and proud enough to lie
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| We had no remorse and we had no hope
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| And we seldom made friends
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| Often shunned the few ones we had
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| Then we died one by one without any regret
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| Everything was said and done when we saw our sun set
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| Changing unfair unstable often cruel and wrongheaded
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| Passing from A to B morphing from this to that
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| Our «this» had no face
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| Our «that» had no name
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| The other monsters and me
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| Kings of inconsistency and as light as light could be
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| The other monsters and me
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| We hadn’t any idea of what the future would be
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| Of wourse we these days wouldn’t last we had to live fast
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| And we often heard our elders talk about a forthcoming heaven on earth
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| And we hated their life in a fool’s paradise
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| Then we died one by one without any regret
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| And we knew what it meant but would never repent
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| The other monsters and me |