Pataphysic
Hailstorm
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Feels so frozy here Though I rely upon these pretty years I've got I may be the remaining stain of the clock, in a way The smell of talking objects fills the air up, whistling You won't be replaced You will be the one freed in the fiction world A lush racket rises from the above Friends of the unconscious screams behind the walls The sign says no one will remember you Workers knock on the door of my fort On the door of my fort Landed on the island Farmers pour their faces on the harvest Workers, traders, men, gathering near the maze They didn't know how much was worthless Teaching truth to me They're the stuff of talking objects, and You can be replaced You will be the one secured in the fiction world A lush racket rises from the above Friends of the unconscious screams behind the walls The sign says no one will remember you Workers knock on the door of my fort Kids, they wail, I'm not keeping the working hours Kids, they wail, I'm not keeping the working hours
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Written by: Christian Beatino, Stefano Priolo
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