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Oh, man, man, there are eyes on walls, faces that don't exist. When the moon's dark name is covered by clouds, I will become a wall, the silent door of the house. I will be a wall, silent rock, standing in the dark of night, hearing a family crying, the last one. I'm going to build my chest in bricks, people laughing, how quiet. Listen to my mother's eyes, the last cry of her child
Oh, man, man, there are eyes on walls, faces that don't exist. When the moon's dark name is covered by clouds, I will become a wall, the silent door of the house. I will be a wall, silent rock, standing in the dark of night, hearing a family crying, the last one. I'm going to build my chest in bricks, people laughing, how quiet. Listen to my mother's eyes, the last cry of her child
