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Текст (слова) песни: The Postman Syndrome - Rotating Crib Toy



[Chapter VI]

“Oh no, not again.”

One day I came to a trembling shadow.
Beneath my eyes he seemed to smile.
Then wouldn`t you know, an arm came up
and grabbed a hold of my little wrist.
The arm was old,
and there seemed to be something all too familiar about this.

Then I recalled a voice saying “don`t be afraid,
the day will come when you don`t recognize your very own face
but you can`t let it go,
you must give it away,
and it`s on your own shoulders that this burden must be placed.”

“Little boy you will grow old.”
“If I`m lucky, so I`m told.”
“Are you afraid to let go?”
“It`s beautiful how little you know...
“Actually, I`ve been holding something I`ve been meaning to give to you,
because it`s your turn to know who you are
and where I am, so I can forget you.”
“Little boy what`s this you say?
You act as if you`ve known of this day...
and why do I remember your face?”
I said, “Now I know I can never truly leave this place.
I`m sorry that I must do this to you.
But you asked,
and so you have now chosen to be the boy you hold for a while.
So look harder at me into my eye.”

Then I heard him cry “oh no.”

[Chapter VII]

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