| He'll talk to you maybe one day
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| How I was a lot
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| My chicken, my little duck
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| Badavani will be wise
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| When I'm not going to defend myself
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| If I was close, they wouldn't be able to
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| He'll tell you about sailing
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| Those who did not raise the anchor
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| What am I to them than a haunted gang
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| It will claim with a strange luster
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| That I was trembling before the dragon
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| They saw it, from the outskirts
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| But you know where they're fighting
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| The rot in his eye rose
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| It's stormy up there
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| Where not many of us arrived
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| I know you dream of a sea of candles
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| And steps on that dock
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| You were there in my eye
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| He'll tell you what
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| Evil is like ruby glaze
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| Like the echo of my smile
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| And he swears by assumptions
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| Pecking like jackdaws
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| My badly told words
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| I counted the people from the Cross
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| Rules and exceptions
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| Missed species everywhere
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| Only the rare find the rare
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| I know you dream of the Resurrection
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| One silhouette timid
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| You were there, in my breath
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| He'll tell you everything one day
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| It's hard to forgive the better ones
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| My chicken, my little duck
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| And strong mice in a bottle
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| He will appear as a witness
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| An adventurous search for the Grail
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| I don't know anymore, God forbid
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| Should I be afraid
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| Or to strive
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| That burden of peculiarities
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| And I will graft on you
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| If it's not too late already?
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| Because I know you dream of rhyming
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| Shout and silence to him
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| You've been everywhere
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| In my 'everything
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| My chicken, my little duck
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| My benches… |