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You dance again,
jump around a imagination tree.
Gold apples and candies.
Suddenly you can't see the tree anymore.
Your finger point me,
and I'm afraid.
Then you start to cry, cry and cry.

Go away.
I told you before,
stop it, stop, stop.
This is you problem,
but I'm part of it.
This is just circle of suicide,
and you go around it.
Again and again.

When the rainbow of drunk ends,
you can see the green dragon.
Dragon yell like rebel youngsters,
and you wake up with suddenly headache.

Paint on your nails,
take your shoes.
Go out again,
and I'm only one who sees that one thing,
the pub owns you now.
Taste of rainbow and wonderland,
again and again.

Now you can see your dead dad.
He put his finger on you.
But you don't care that or yourself,
or maybe you just care too much.
Take your mask off your face,
red, black rainbow.

Oh, look the train is leaving.
Oh, baby you can't just get it all.
Show yourself,
that one witch is behind your drunk-happy face.
Take it off, take it.
I wanna see is your heart already died,
or does it just suffer inside of your.
Maybe its not same kind of alcoholic as you.