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zuò qǔ : huáng dà wěi |
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zuò cí : huáng dà wěi |
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There' s a voice inside of me, |
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There' s a chain of thoughts, of what it should be, |
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And I try, to realize, it' s meaning, |
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There' s a noise and it should cease, |
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And I hope, we' ll be seeing it for the last time, |
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Red square, |
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Painted red, |
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The kids there, |
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Are scared to death, |
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Oh let' s start, |
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By playing something new, |
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Oh the red, red, square, |
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Let' s paint it blue ... |
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There' s a book u should not read, |
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It' s so full of hate and idiocy, |
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That I find, so inconsistent of nature, |
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There' s a way of life for me, |
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There' s a world outside, just waiting for me, |
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And I know, it' s experiencing a lifetime ... |
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Red square, painted red, |
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The kids there, are so depressed, |
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Oh let' s start, by playing something new, |
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Oh the red, red square, let' s paint it blue ... |