| A thousand sands of miles of land and sea…
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| A moment of shadow in moments of which you see the point of light…
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| Rhythmic clapping resonates inside these walls…
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| The screen is now a dim page, spread before us…
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| White —
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| Silent
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| The film is broken…
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| The projector bulb has just burned out…
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| The last image was to immediate for any eye to register…
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| It may have been a human figure, but then the bastard speaks
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| And nothing sounds good outside my head…:
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| «Wake up, pretty girl, the jokes
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| On you…»
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| You’re on your own!!"
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| -We vomit while laughing…
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| As the projectionist banters on of diamonds and tidal waves…-
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| «Kill the world with song…»
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| The pointed tip of the rocket reaches its last unmeasurable gap above the roof.
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| The Crowd now fights for a good view.
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| … and I’ll fuck my way up front…
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| «On-ward!»
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| (The words become lost in the mix… As he begins to
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| Speak, one thing comes to mind: «We're gonna lose forever»)
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| «Its Mr. Nasty
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| Time!!»
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| «If you were meant to play the villain in heat, for god sakes show some fucking
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| conviction… So we’ll make it a date and I don’t care how hard you are,
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| these bullets will hurt.»
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| «SPREAD YOUR THIGHS LIKE CANCER! |
| ««STRAIGHTEN UP AND DIE RIGHT!»
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| There is time, if you need comfort, to touch the person next to you…
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| Though, if song must find you…
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| Just… Follow the bouncing ball…
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| «KILL THE WORLD WITH SONG!!» |