Well, old man! |
Are you all spinning with turpentine?
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Apparently you live curly, I’ll look at the perspiration.
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Doesn't hit the same place twice, but hit three.
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You are worse than a Tatar in this steamed city.
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Cauldron and brew, but ash in the soul.
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We are not like that, but such is life. |
She's not evil
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I minted on you as if on the square,
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You spare your nerves, because we are people, not horses.
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Eyes like coal hammered into the fifth corner
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And it's hard to be someone's doll, lulled by hopes.
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It's no joke - nightmares have been bailed out.
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Extremely creepy from distant rooms they answer with knocks.
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It starts to turn red, which means it will hurt.
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All over the haze and gum to the heart.
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The winds are whipping. |
They took it by the throat and sing to them
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Inspired, standing on a broken stool.
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All around and around
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The tree of the lonely
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Ruined by thoughts.
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imprisoned in a cocoon
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Yes, a clear falcon.
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Around and around.
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I thought the city would shelter from this aching pain,
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But the same monsters under the bed, then another bunch.
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They follow you. |
After the night dawn stings.
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“When is it all over. |
I'd rather not come."
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Don't you worry! |
More than once fish on the ice.
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The millstones are threshed - then fate sends greetings to you.
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It's not tears, it's iodine. |
The devil will not understand
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What the hell in someone's book you are a worn cover.
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Let's dot the Y. The walls have more than just ears.
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Thoughts are still crooks. |
The loop is getting tighter.
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In the hand is not a subscription and account. |
Remember, friend:
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The city is full of hysterics and is indifferent to alien souls.
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There is no sadder story in the world
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Than the story of the cage and the grief of a tangled net.
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No one behind and only the wind to meet.
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Yes, what's wrong with you? |
Ask and I will answer.
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All around and around
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The tree of the lonely
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Ruined by thoughts.
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imprisoned in a cocoon
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Yes, a clear falcon.
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Around and around. |