Magic in every phrase
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And who you really are - dictates a flight of fancy
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Life just goes by like it's in a movie
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Who saw the world through the image - try on the face of the Goddess
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And it seems to her - lips are akin to a disease
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Kissing, and when it goes down like stairs
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Down - she beats current
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And it seems that all the love will fit in it
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Only the one who thinks is immediately baptized
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(And stares at her sideways)
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All this is from the evil one
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Phrases, filtering through tears
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Sticking to the syllables
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And now, the meaning of the tangle has grown
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And weaves into clouds
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And until spring she will give birth to dreams in herself -
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He then steals dreams
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Well, something like this
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And multiply like maggots
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Too capricious young ladies images and dreams
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And replacing the picture of the world
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In the head they are born from an excess of words
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But someday the insidious Max will come
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Dream thief and take away
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All your dreams
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Will come and take the fantasies and all the dreams
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Biting lips in the mirror will rush like a cobra
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Take away the world of dreams from her, and the Goddess will lose her image
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I hear the call of the flesh
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Half a step from fantasy to image-likeness
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Without an image, likeness is empty
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In words, the essence of things is changed by the insidious Max the thief of dreams
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(And there is no more dream world)
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I hear the call of the flesh
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Half a step from fantasy to image-likeness
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Without an image, likeness is empty
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In words, the essence of things is changed by the insidious Max the thief of dreams
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(And there is no more dream world)
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Another boy familiar home
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And the night is dark, like a glass of Coca-Cola
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The moon is broken - it only burns half
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And the insidious Max in the dark, which means not a foot behind the bunk
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no legs
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The victim is doomed
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Trembling and crawling from hair to bone
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And the princess yesterday - now writhing with longing
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It's not the first time this has happened
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That someone's image was stolen by the insidious Max
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And even I - paint the floors in stripes
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And I clog doors and windows with rotten boards
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Hiding from every shadow, some kind of disgrace
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It's scary that the last of the fantasies will suddenly be stolen
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Tragedy? |
Indeed
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And no matter how fun
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But everyone who created the image -
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Possesses Great Power
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Who sees through it -
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Anything would carry
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And imagine that the insidious Max
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Suddenly stole the world of dreams from you
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And you became yourself again
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And see the world as it is
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Without images of people -
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Everywhere real, but empty
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And they decide:
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We were just playing, but in reality
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So unhappy man
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Deprived of a role model
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How are they
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They're just like NPCs, just like NPCs
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They're just like NPCs, just like NPCs
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They are all right, but in reality
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So unhappy man
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Deprived of a role model |