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
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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) |