Let me be mediocrity and tyrant,
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But every word clings to the heart like a harpoon
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And this heart drags me into the depths of bottomless waters
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I stoically endure the hurricane and whirlpool
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And the doctor didn't help me at all
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And around the sky smeared with blood
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This corpse falls, burns to ashes, whatever it touches
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And Atlant will not withstand such a weight
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Bones break in two
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And in the ditches the blood spreads over the floors of communal apartments
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In a cage of concrete mono-apartments,
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But give freedom to your heart and it will do so much
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And I would change my nook
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A little more and the sky will fall on me and on everyone
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I would laugh at what fell on us, but where there is laughter, we are not there
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And to sink your galleon for good
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Deeper and where there are a million atmospheres
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Far away would take everything away,
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But who will tell me how to take revenge and help everyone, and
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And there is no way by itself and yet
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Prove your hate and love to fools
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I will poke a knife into the ceiling
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And the red sunset on my hands - I'm Sweeney Todd
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And if there is a red sunset in the sky, then there is no doubt
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So someone cut the sky's throat
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And it's so hard to say anything, help,
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But we have nothing and no one to save, you understand
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And if there is a red sunset in the sky, then there is no doubt
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So someone cut the sky's throat
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And it's so hard to say anything, help,
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But we have nothing and no one to save
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Thousands of phrases from the moments of those days that I once experienced long ago
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Thousands of phrases that he regretted cut the tender, tender neck
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Thousands of phrases for which once regretted picked up knives
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And from a thousand wounds, thousands of phrases flow about which I will still regret
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The first fool, the last hero and the truth is
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What is the naked king dreaming of shod everyone here
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And just think, the song won't convey the whole absurdity
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When everywhere blind people want to open their third eye
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And everyone is aiming somewhere like a machine gun,
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But do not get in any way and the coordinate system is knocked down
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The path of fate, no matter how you twist it, we will never repeat it,
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But I smell with my nose that all roads lead to Rome, count!
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So many accepted that you can never count
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And in the market of souls, the metabolism has long been disturbed
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And how not to stand stubbornly on your own
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Only time will drag us into the coffin, but will not heal the wounds
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Just forget
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Look into the distance with me
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As clouds of blood will smear the horizon to all recalcitrant
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And if you ever see it all
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So guess who cut the sky's throat?
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And if there is a red sunset in the sky, then there is no doubt
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So someone cut the sky's throat
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And it's so hard to say anything, help,
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But we have nothing and no one to save, you understand
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And if there is a red sunset in the sky, then there is no doubt
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So someone cut the sky's throat
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And it's so hard to say anything, help,
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But we have nothing and no one to save
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Thousands of phrases from the moments of those days that I once experienced long ago
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Thousands of phrases that he regretted cut the tender, tender neck
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Thousands of phrases for which once regretted picked up knives
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And from a thousand wounds flow thousands of phrases about which I will regret
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Thousands of phrases from the moments of those days that I once experienced long ago
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Thousands of phrases that he regretted cut the tender, tender neck
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Thousands of phrases for which once regretted picked up knives
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And from a thousand wounds flow thousands of phrases about which I will regret |