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No matter what you’ll never take that from me
 
 
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Echo chamber
Hello?
Is there anybody in there?
Just nod if you can hear me
Is there anyone at home?
 
Come on now
I hear you're feeling down
Well I can ease your pain
Get you on your feet again
 
Relax
I'll need some information first
Just the basic facts
Can you show me where it hurts?
 
There is no pain you are receding
A distant ship smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying
When I was a child I had a fever
My hands felt just like two balloons
Now I've got that feeling once again
I can't explain you would not understand
This is not how I am
I have become comfortably numb
 
Okay
Just a little pinprick
There'll be no more, ah
But you may feel a little sick
Can you stand up?
I do believe it's working, good
That'll keep you going through the show
Come on it's time to go
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Spit it out!
 
Cause in the interest of all involved I got the problem solved
And the verdict is guilty
 
 
Rob Domenech 
 
 
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Czwarta nad ranem
Godzina z nocy na dzień.
Godzina z boku na bok.
Godzina dla trzydziestoletnich.

Godzina uprzątnięta pod kogutów pianie.
Godzina, kiedy ziemia zapiera nas.
Godzina, kiedy wieje od wygasłych gwiazd.
Godzina a-czy-po-nas-nic-nie-pozostanie.

Godzina pusta.
Głucha, czcza.
Dno wszystkich innych godzin.
  
Nikomu nie jest dobrze o czwartej nad ranem.
Jeśli mrówkom jest dobrze o czwartej nad ranem
- pogratulujmy mrówkom. I niech przyjdzie piąta,
o ile mamy dalej żyć.

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