| What are you afraid of, come in bolder,
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| After all, this door does not have a lock.
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| Behind it, a pseudo-mat world awaits you
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| Dark pink words and fields.
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| There, naked prostitutes fly across the sky,
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| And spring is standing all the time.
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| There is a clear sky, and on the trees
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| Miracles grow in the morning.
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| Of course there are houses
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| Where rascals and fools live
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| But there are no prisons, no zoos,
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| Nobody lives there.
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| Someone sleeps in a crystal vase
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| And someone puts on everything.
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| Some people like what they have
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| And for others, what is forbidden.
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| They like to live on wheels, they like to drink wine,
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| They have been living in the illusory world for a long time.
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| But I see how someone wants to put dynamite under the door
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| And blow up their illusory world!
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| Nobody there knows what he wants,
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| And whose songs does he sing,
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| And creates, inspired by wine,
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| Bassoon violin illusion.
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| There men and women love each other,
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| How elephants love each other.
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| Neither one nor the other is afraid anymore
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| Morals or rumors.
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| They like to live on wheels, they like to drink wine,
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| They have been living in the illusory world for a long time.
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| But as soon as tomorrow comes, I'll buy dynamite myself
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| And I will blow up their illusory world! |