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Freeshine
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To Kill a Child
'Do you ever get, I don't know frightened by I use this word because it's It applies to me by the systems that I mean this, in a sense I don't know, could be better worded This, in a sense, you know, is a system When, when you realise that the criticisms that you're using on have been put into you, you know, sort of conditioned, or whatever
But, but when you realise more and more what it is that controls all the systems that you know, system upon system, sort of Working your way through one into another and to another
Does this really bother you, or even frighten you? The feeling that you'll never be free That you'll always be a prisoner? But, maybe you don't have that feeling?'
'Yeah, I do!'
Near the three city mountains In the last one of those Little boy Peter rides his bike in the snow On the curly, curly road Tongue out and head in the air
Peter's mom's daughter left at early from home Now she's smiling on her way back to her family town The skin of the car match her dress and her tiny white shoes
Born in dad's garage the bike's a wonder machine In summer as winter In any weather you've seen Peter pedals with his eyes closed Ploughing all corners and cuts
A little bit of anxiousness intruded the car Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com 'What does mommy think of me? Ten years seems so far!' She ponders in the mirror Looking out for the right left turn
We're porcelain in our prophecy's mare Asking what a puppet longs to hear We're cracking and we never get near The answer every puppet longs to hear 'Now tell me, where's my puppeteer?'
Halfway down the hill Peter stops by dad's feet 'Hey boy, it's time you steer home Mom's waiting to eat!' 'Oh, please dad, just one more round I'll be home before you can say chicken soup!'
This is the last smoke just to get the tango of nerves Her chimney is puffing hitting hard on the curves A minute from stopping but you know what she'll do anyhow
'Cause you are the eyes of the cross Speaking your sight 'I see a biker on the left A car on the right!' A mark in the middle You can see they are both aiming to
We're porcelain in our prophecy's mare Asking what a puppet wants to hear We're cracking and we never get near The answer every puppet longs to hear
The second then starts again I'm afraid this is how dark shines And the boy is dying
Now awake Now awake Now awake
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