| The bed is out of time for me for a long time, but I am ready to endure this discomfort,
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| staring at the phosphor stars on the ceiling. |
| Only here I can again limitlessly
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| fantasize, maneuvering between thoughts about the essential
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| Time is running out and I'm staying
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| Who is this perfect child
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| What will create a world in dark colors
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| Yes, I found the Grimoire
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| Yes, I read how to fly
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| Yes it's a lie
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| romantic lie
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| Like a fortune cookie
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| All love is like antique ruins
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| Phlegmatic dancing on camera
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| With an unpopular baby with a hummingbird metabolism
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| I overacted
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| And hot shells flew from the sky
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| We gazed at the stars
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| Phosphor stars on the ceiling in the nursery
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| Seaweed desserts, lots of brandy
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| And we, as if in an amusement park, on a carousel
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| Our artificial night
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| These blinds won't let the light in
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| artificial night
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| When to see the sun - we decide for ourselves
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| Our artificial night
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| These blinds won't let the light in
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| artificial night
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| When to see the sun - we decide for ourselves
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| Sunsets are made for two
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| Why the fuck is your new boyfriend following me?
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| This life is an Irish novel
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| Where is she a whore, and he is a drug addict,
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| And vodka bites, what did you expect from an intrusive, gloomy reality?
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| A moment of weakness, and the sun melted
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| Love is not for me
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| I am nourished by the pain that it brings
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| I don't want to lie to you, that's all for today
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| I've had enough pre-party
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| I'm fucking you, you're wasting me
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| Hello kitty takes off her pink bow
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| Inhales poppers, dances playfully
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| Someone's sunbeam is crawling along the wall (bunny)
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| Time is running out and I'm staying
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| To look for reasons to live
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| Without her
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| She is safe
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| Other hands will embrace mine
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| Or maybe I'm hugging someone else
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| And sunshine
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| Will never leave us alone
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| Our artificial night
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| These blinds won't let the light in
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| artificial night
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| When to see the sun - we decide for ourselves
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| Our artificial night
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| These blinds won't let the light in
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| artificial night
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| When to see the sun - we decide for ourselves |