| Our lives are cheap and small in this rusty world of ours
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| One day you walk through brambles, next day you reach the stars
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| Then you find your fellow-traveler to stray of the way
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| Born in hell to be a prisoner and see the light one day
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| I’m so tired of second chances and those who want me down
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| If I become the king, they’ll take away my crown
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| All I want is to find the place where no one needs to hide
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| Where I’ll see my sweetheart happy, settled down by my side
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| And what are you searching for in the heart of the night?
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| It’s so hard to see the things beyond your sight
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| These things are always better not to be seen
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| Let those things only be part of your dreams
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| In real life, let them stay unseen
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| Long ago before the time, before life existed
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| When there only was nothingness, few things were enlisted
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| But Almighty spilled the ink and lost his sacred feather,
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| Made impossible for him to make our scant lives better
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| I remember many pints of finest Guinness beer
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| You drink it when you’re happy, you drink it when you fear
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| And the old man often used to speak of life as a hat
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| You never know the rabbit’s color, is it green, white or black
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| And what are you searching for in the heart of the night?
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| It’s so hard to see the things beyond your sight
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| These things are always better not to be seen
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| Let those things only be part of your dreams
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| In real life, let them stay unseen
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| I will gladly cross the ocean, but I fear to step on a plane
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| On a ship I’ll get the measles and that’s pretty same
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| Then I’ll take the road to God knows by bus or a train
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| And watch little kids through window, running down a plain.
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| And what are you searching for in the heart of the night?
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| It’s so hard to see the things beyond your sight
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| These things are always better not to be seen
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| Let those things only be part of your dreams
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| In real life, let them stay unseen |