| You know, Mary, there are animals in my head.
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| They would eat you if I let you!
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| But I drive them from the prairies, I close the doors with a key -
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| Beasts sit on chains, on rusty chains of the soul.
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| And my animals at night tear the skin and flesh to shreds,
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| And each of their fangs is sharpened - they play on the strings of veins.
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| But still, by the way, even if I am de-energized -
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| You are all, to eyelashes and dots, the reason that I am alive.
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| Run from me, Mary! |
| Come closer to me.
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| Save yourself quickly, Mary. |
| Nothing will save you.
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| Touching you, Mary. |
| Having tried once the animals,
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| Living in my body - want more and more.
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| You know, Mary, there is truth in wine and body.
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| Religions and beds, but I found in you.
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| And let me warm another blanket today,
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| But my evil beasts sleep seeing you in every dream.
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| You know, Mary, there are animals in my head.
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| They would eat you if I let you!
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| But I drive them from the prairies, I close the doors with a key -
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| Beasts sit on chains, on rusty chains of the soul.
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| And my animals at night tear the skin and flesh to shreds,
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| And each of their fangs is sharpened - they play on the strings of veins.
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| But still, by the way, even if I am de-energized -
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| You are all, to eyelashes and dots, the reason that I am alive.
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| Run from me! |
| Run away from me...
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| Run away from me...
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| Run from me, Mary! |
| Come closer to me.
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| Save yourself quickly, Mary. |
| Nothing will save you.
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| Touching you, Mary. |
| Having tried once the animals,
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| Living in my body - want more and more.
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| You know, Mary, there is truth in wine and body.
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| Religions and beds, but I found in you.
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| And let me warm another blanket today,
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| But my evil beasts sleep seeing you in every dream.
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| Trust me I won't be a spectator
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| Hiding in his abode until the very last days.
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| I'll fly from Jupiter to your apartment, Mary.
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| Become rather a tamer of my wild animals;
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| Animals... |