| One day of May in '99
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| The wall was talking to the floor
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| About the carpet by the door
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| And hidden girl inside…
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| Blond hair, I remember her
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| Blue nails, yeah, I still can feel
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| Her velvet skin, her anxious eyes
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| And the curtains softly signed…
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| She had a letter from her dad
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| A poem 'bout the end of time
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| And my bedside lamp awoke
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| To read to us these lovely lines…
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| Luscious widows everywhere
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| She said don’t go, I don’t care
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| Dreaming pillows in december
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| One by one, we will surrender
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| Indifferent fathers everywhere
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| They said nothing, they’re don’t care
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| Freezing dreamers in november
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| One by one, we will surrender…
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| One day of June in '85
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| The spoon was talking to the knife
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| About the dinner in between
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| And strange boy and his dream…
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| Brown hair, I remember him
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| Green eyes, tall and very thin
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| His fragile skin, his lust for life
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| His will to get the perfect… bitch.
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| He wrote a letter to his mom
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| A poem 'bout a better son
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| And the ceiling lights awoke to
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| Read these lines, to see a gun… |