| I was afraid of everything
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| And destroyed everything
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| Long flew in the void
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| And began to imagine different things
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| Big Bang
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| Formation of bodies
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| Magma cooling
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| The origin of life
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| Species of the first fish that set foot on land
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| Dinosaurs, dinosaur death
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| Mammoth stomp and their trunk sounds
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| Fire, bow, spear
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| Plow, wine, pond
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| Aqueduct, agronomist
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| Gutenberg, telephone
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| Robert Moog rap album
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| BOOM
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| The world literally rolled down in a couple of seconds
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| Decorating for a brilliant idea from shit a ceiling
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| At least he knows that the world was not invented entirely by Kotovsky,
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| And blind anger, fire-maned caliph and cowardly bluff
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| Chef shaking his head, asking what your world is built of
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| And how did he fit in such narrow pupils
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| Yes, soon he will allow and the king will howl with a credit Citroen
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| You wouldn't have the courage to ask, my friend, but a doctor's prescription
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| We need to start with smaller volumes
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| Build a small town
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| One-story plan across the river
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| Between the sleeping area and the park - a wooden ghetto
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| There are tin windows and glass hinges
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| Nobody cares about the slums and I am the king of these spitting streets
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| Approaching the house, I greet the familiar silhouette of my father in the window,
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| But dad doesn't wave back
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| Clapping my forehead, I remember that I glued it together from papier-mâché for lunch
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| Blinded from plasticine for breakfast
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| Cozy interior in the living room
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| I printed children's drawings for lunch
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| Photoshopped with high marks from teachers
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| Always help to get excited
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| Newspaper scraps and stationery glue
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| To forget Alice will help the lady of clubs
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| Dumb cardboard won't notice my cowardly bluff
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| Although I lied often, I didn’t really learn how to lie
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| Missed calls, avoided meetings
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| Then, kicking the asphalt, he babbled that he had gone to Narnia
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| From fear of the truth, he huddled in a school locker, like a squeaky nefor
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| Raised his kingdom of cowardly bluff
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| Fake life
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| Simulate the presence of bright events
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| Mannequins can replace you all
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| You just need to find the magic powder
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| Or tie enough threads
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| Like the hero of the Lithium song, break all the mirrors
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| Grow like a lion and live like an owl
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| Waiting for the pot of Winnie the Pooh
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| Filled with wine and splashes
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| Fitting the planet in a narrow pupil
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| Faces erased
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| Paints are dull
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| Tear facial muscles into shreds
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| In an attempt to fake a smile
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| Use a betarang to draw the emotion of the sun on your face
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| Share your madness
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| And it will come back to you more than once
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| Teeth in colors of Borussia Dortmund
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| Please don't smile, I'm so afraid of you
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| Caliph for an hour, until he lets
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| Insertion mouth of a lion, orthopedics of cowardice
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| Teeth in colors of Borussia Dortmund
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| Please don't smile, I'm so afraid of you
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| Caliph for an hour, until he lets
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| Insertion mouth of a lion, orthopedics of cowardice |