| My friend, in the mud clap
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| And you, too, like not my hands,
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| But it won't get any younger
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| Won't get cleaner
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| Shadows pull hands
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| And steal children from dreams
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| In the cradle, throwing them
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| Instead of children - old people
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| They cry in fear, again
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| They wet diapers and squeeze pimples
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| And it seems that a fly can get stuck in a web of wrinkles
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| (They are indistinguishable from a child)
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| Like then, it wants to play
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| But the role has changed a long time ago
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| Knock knock, I looked under the bed
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| And the monster scared me
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| One, two, three, four, five
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| Isn't it time? |
| So I'm going to look
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| And everything is like in childhood
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| Just a couple of edits to the rules, note
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| There is one life, who hides badly, he is eaten
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| (Ha ha ha)
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| No one gives warmth, only a lamp on the wall
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| And above the bed is a planetarium
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| The figure monster comes to life
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| Under them the shadow extinguishes the stars
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| And so Saturn devours his children
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| (And gives birth to darkness in them. And in it)
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| No one gives warmth, only a lamp on the wall
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| And above the bed is a planetarium
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| The figure monster comes to life
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| Under them the shadow extinguishes the stars
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| And so Saturn devours his children
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| (And gives birth to darkness in them)
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| When I was a child
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| I was often scared
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| What if I misbehave
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| I will be alone until the end of my days
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| When I was a child
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| Often they put me in a corner as a punishment
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| And there, over time, so I started in the dark
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| Lots of little, weird friends
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| I will lean my palms against the wall
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| And the paws of shadows are drawn to them
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| Trying to choke me
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| But over time, who is bigger and those who are meaner
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| I didn’t scare, but those that weaker made me friends,
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| But now they're all afraid of me
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| Monsters from the nursery, they're afraid of me
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| Old world woven from textures
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| Where even the shadows came to life, but now the stars are fading
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| So Saturn devours his children
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| (This is how darkness is born)
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| No one gives warmth, only a lamp on the wall
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| And above the bed is a planetarium
|
| The figure monster comes to life
|
| Under them the shadow extinguishes the stars
|
| And so Saturn devours his children
|
| (And gives birth to darkness in them. And in it)
|
| No one gives warmth, only a lamp on the wall
|
| And above the bed is a planetarium
|
| The figure monster comes to life
|
| Under them the shadow extinguishes the stars
|
| And so Saturn devours his children
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| (And gives birth to darkness in them) |