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18 People

Macbeth

Eighteen people ara painting your whole life
You hear the stairs are creaking
my lungs are quickly leaking

The nasty tiny monsters comimng from the floor
i give bitter biscuits
Took from my brother's pocket

I got eletric light, bring something from the dark into your ayes
I got eletric light, to show you every corner inside your mind

A crippled postman put a letter on my door
It's from one of the eighteen
my pants are always thinking

Look inside the windows standing on your toes
But it shows me nothing
Loke a deep black mirror

Light falls on the floor, shadesare running into mu skin
Singing a song in the darkness to color my mind
Sleep in a tragic night, to share a dream with eighteen differente minds
Wake by a solid light, the eghteen people back same time


compositores: Hao-Yi Yu
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