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I know, I feel, I'm the thing moving in the cradle |
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and I'm a part of the Frail |
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I know, I feel, I'm the thing rocking in the cradle |
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thou I'm a part of the Frail |
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I know, c'mon you friend, I'm the thing rocking in the cradle |
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and I'm the part of the Frail |
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I'm drifting in the night on a calm sea |
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I'm flying on the edge of the night |
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The seagulls spread their wings is all I see |
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I start to drift towards the daylight |
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The city's raising into the new dawn |
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The streets are silent as the man's mind |
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I like this peace around me, it feels right |
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like a golden bright wiew in my sight |
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I know, I feel, I'm the thing rocking in the cradle |
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thou I'm a part of the Frail |
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I know, c'mon you friend, I'm the thing rocking in the cradle |
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and I'm the part of the Frail |
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Now, two boys kissing in the children room |
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when left alone in the shade |
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while their wise parents overfed and drunk |
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lying around doing nothing... Anymore |
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Now, two boys kissing in the children room |
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when left alone in the shade |
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while their wise parents overfed and drunk |
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socializing with telly... fake... fake... Fake! |
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I know, I feel, I'm the thing rocking in the cradle |
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thou I'm a part of the Frail |
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I know, c'mon you friend, I'm the thing rocking in the cradle |
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and I'm the part of the Frail |
