By yell and stones
you can't break my bones.
I don't need to prove
what I have is my way and move.
You just can't believe
I have my cloud where I live.
So I will be noiseless and dumb
When you will playing the drums.
It's not your fault,
Look at your clock, it's getting cold.
Don't waste you power
It's too hot hour.
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