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Scratch my leg with a rusty nail, sadly it heals
Colour my hair but the dye grows out
I can t seem to stay a fixed ideal

Childhood pictures redeem, clean and so serene
See myself without ruining lines
Whole days throwing sticks into streams

I have crawled so far sideways
I recognise dim traces of creation
I wanna die, die in the summertime, I wanna die

The hole in my life even stains the soil
My heart shrinks to barely a pulse
A tiny animal curled into a quarter circle
If you really care wash the feet of a beggar

I have crawled so far sideways
I recognise dim traces of creation
I wanna die, die in the summertime, I wanna die

I have crawled so far sideways
I recognise dim traces of creation
I wanna die, die in the summertime, I wanna die

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Conscience binds you in chains
Trail by stone hammer and nails
No-one made the holes but me
Misery mourns to be devoured

Killed God blood soiled unclean again
Killed God blood soiled skin dead again
Again everywhere again

All removables, all transitory
All removables, passing always
All removables, all transitory
All removables, passing always

Never grown preserved gently
A bronze moth dies easily
Unknown to others weak to me
Broken hands never ending

Aimless rut of my own perception
Numbly waiting for voices to tell me
For voices to tell me

All removables, all transitory
All removables, passing always
All removables, all transitory
All removables, passing always
All removables, all transitory
All removables, passing always

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Raindrops keep falling on my head
Just like the guy whose feet are too big for his bed
Nothing seems to fit
Oh raindrops keep falling on my head
Keep a-falling

Cos I just done me some talking to the sun
And I said I didn t like the way he got things done
Sleeping on the job
Oh raindrops keep falling on my head
Keep a-falling

But there s one thing I know
The blues they send to meet me won t defeat me
It won t be long till happiness comes up to greet me,
to greet, greet, greet, greet me

Raindrops keep falling on my head
But that doesn t mean my eyes will soon be turning red
Crying s not for me
Cos I ain t gonna stop the rain by complaining

Raindrops keep falling on my head
But that doesn t mean my eyes will soon be turning red
Crying s not for me
Cos I ain t gonna stop the rain by complaining

Because I m free, nothing s bothering me
Because I m free, and nothin s bothering me
Because I m free, and nothin s bothering me
Because I m free, and nothin s bothering me

The frigid street at ten degrees below zero
I fear that you will kiss my tears at our parting
Entanglement

The snow, piled higher than my dreams
How can it block out your rampage in my heart?

An old necklace
A yellowing...

These are the toughest days
the time is slow and the skies are gray
well this is the hardest time
to tell yourself to take your time
and it seems like a hundred years
since I thought it would all work out
seems like...

It´s he who sang to me, in dream-thinking.
The voice which close to me and speaks my name.

And do I dream again for now I fight.

The Phantom of the opera is there inside my mind.

Sing once again with me our strange duet.
My power...

1. Chcesz wiedzieæ co ja robie? hmmm.. niech sie zastanowie,
mysle o Tobie... tylko Ty jestes w mojej glowie, w moich myslach,
szkoda ze nie widzisz jak za Toba tesknie,
brak mi Twych usmiechow, Twych westchenien, Twych wlosow,
Czuje sie nieswojo gdy nie slysze Twego glosu,
liczy sie...

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