No and no, I'm not laughing,
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There is no window and the door is blurred;
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After all, he came to torture me
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The Grand Inquisitor himself.
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The inquisitor presses
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Picks up a tool
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"You tell me everything you know,
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It will make you feel better too."
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Chorus:
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He probably wants to open me
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Like a simple suitcase, he knows one thing,
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Even in the most empty of the most empty
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There is a double bottom, there is a double bottom.
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If there were still forces,
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I would say to him: "My dear,
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I don't know who I am, where I am,
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What kind of forces rule the world;
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And entangled my feet
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Long streets labyrinth "...
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The Inquisitor doesn't believe me
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Turns the screw.
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Chorus:
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He probably wants to open me
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Like a simple suitcase, he knows one thing,
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Even in the most empty of the most empty
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There is a double bottom, there is a double bottom.
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Apparently, I was not the first here
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Surrounded by such love
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And hid in all corners
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Ghosts of the Middle Ages.
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Shadows in black hoods
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Creep out of the cracks
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Watching tensely
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For your prey.
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Chorus:
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They all wanted to open me
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Like a simple suitcase, they know one thing
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Even in the most empty of the most empty
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There is a double bottom, there is a double bottom. |