| I know, I feel, I’m the thing moving in the cradle
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| And I’m a part of the Frail
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| I know, I feel, I’m the thing rocking in the cradle
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| Thou I’m a part of the Frail
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| I know, c’mon you friend, I’m the thing rocking in the cradle
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| And I’m the part of the Frail
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| I’m drifting in the night on a calm sea
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| I’m flying on the edge of the night
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| The seagulls spread their wings is all I see
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| I start to drift towards the daylight
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| The city’s raising into the new dawn
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| The streets are silent as the man’s mind
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| I like this peace around me, it feels right
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| Like a golden bright wiew in my sight
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| I know, I feel, I’m the thing rocking in the cradle
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| Thou I’m a part of the Frail
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| I know, c’mon you friend, I’m the thing rocking in the cradle
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| And I’m the part of the Frail
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| Now, two boys kissing in the children room
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| When left alone in the shade
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| While their wise parents overfed and drunk
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| Lying around doing nothing… Anymore
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| Now, two boys kissing in the children room
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| When left alone in the shade
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| While their wise parents overfed and drunk
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| Socializing with telly… fake… fake… Fake!
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| I know, I feel, I’m the thing rocking in the cradle
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| Thou I’m a part of the Frail
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| I know, c’mon you friend, I’m the thing rocking in the cradle
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| And I’m the part of the Frail |