| To each other dolls, and press on the chest
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| To say at least something
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| And to open, Corkscrew
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| And here is a glass into which you can pour
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| All my soul out of you, and
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| You can beat with a painful current, but
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| It's better to be patient
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| Why hold out binoculars
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| For the one who is blind
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| Something has no power over us
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| Yes, I love to listen to fairy tales
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| Before my eyes begins to blur
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| And we are pieces of foam, at different poles
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| We love to embellish like this
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| Not life, but a gingerbread, an eternal holiday
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| On them descending the world of fantasy
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| Stay on the temples
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| pronounce me but you
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| Losing my name
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| Then just sorry
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| No one will see these adult footprints
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| Shut up, don't speak
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| Everything is not blind at all
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| Then just sorry
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| Your warm voice flies into the light, he is still that child
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| stop say
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| Bye, now go, they are waiting for you near the house,
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| And what is the result
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| Palms were glued to the whiskey, and we don’t remember anything
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| Climb Everests, unless
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| In trust to infiltrate, here today
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| And throwing out all of it, if not docking
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| To stay with her
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| Don't want to say out loud
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| How much do twins weigh
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| Do you remember, once we stood close
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| As if without strength with you
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| Some stupid circus, forget it
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| After all, there are no those rooms at all
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| Here, my train is already rolling
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| familiar slope
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| We don't have a chance
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| Thoughtlessly, and I don’t remember a single word
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| As always, the twins will fly apart
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| pronounce me but you
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| Losing my name
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| Then just sorry
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| No one will see these adult footprints
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| Shut up, don't speak
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| Everything is not blind at all
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| Then just sorry |