| In my art gallery some strange things happen
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| By the way, it’s the opening day
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| Welcome in let your mind fly away
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| Have some wine, we ask you to stay
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| There are paintings that kisses
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| With their frames the chandelier they misses
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| And if a fountain of silver and gold you’ll find
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| Just pick a coin, make a wish and a rhyme
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| Ridiculous art of concrete and steel
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| Explaining the world but looks like a broken wheel
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| Here in my gallery
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| Welcome in
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| It’s a house of joy a house of sin
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| Skeleton sculptures with hollow red eyes
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| Purple glass spiders walking on lines
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| A hundred rainbow colored swords
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| Ringing like a church carillon
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| Snake like rusty plumbing
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| Crawl under the ceiling
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| Buckled steel plates like dragon scales
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| A white cold breath like rime on my brim
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| Is this truth or fiction. |
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| It’s what you want it to be
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| Here in my gallery
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| Welcome in
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| It’s a house of joy a house of sin
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| Stay in my gallery Why don’t you come in
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| I’m waiting for you Where have you been
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| In my gallery there’s always fun
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| No need to be afraid, no need to run
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| It’s so very bright, so full of sun
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| And it’s my loving doll, my honey bun. |
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| Once there was a man
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| That came in here
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| He told me his dreams
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| He’s in another sphere
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| Sucked up in the color stage
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| It’s just another page
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| He reached a higher level
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| This can go on forever
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| Why not Pablo Picasso, maybe Renoir
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| It’s so easy to decide in here — you can’t go to far
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| The same man that came in here
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| He was lost in his dream, it was fun and so surreal
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| He was dancing in the colour stage
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| With the skeletons and the purple spiders
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| He said, how can this be so real.
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| Why not Pablo Picasso, maybe Renoir
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| It’s so easy to decide in here — you can’t go to far
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| White pearl statues smiling in marble halls
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| A flock of seagulls on the northern wall
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| Black Velvet skies in big blue eyes
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| I think I saw Jimmy H in the haze
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| Crystal windows on the third floor
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| Sugar cane fences down below
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| A little boy beside his mum
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| A poor man dressed in rags
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| I’m here — I feel — okay — here I’ll stay
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| Jump in — be the mouse — in my maze
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| Be the mouse in my maze
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| I’m the cat, so let’s race
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| Then they came — the critics of fame
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| They scrutinize with big brother eyes
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| Sipping red wine telling lies
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| A point or two shoot the dice
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| An old man with tired eyes
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| A student with books in his hands
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| They understand much more than you know
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| They don’t even have a plan
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| Sipping red wine telling lies
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| A point or two now shoot the dice — shoot the dice
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| What did the old man say when he left his physic sphere
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| — «My dreams are deceptions, of better times out here»
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| But this lovely dreamlands makes the life much more bright
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| To come here and fly away, after night, night after night |