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    Inside the head of a sleepy giant
    I spend my days
    But he is always tired
    Lights barely gets through
    His mind is fired
    I live inside of it
    I do admire
    The inner beauty
    When he is sighing
    Them sirens screaming
    But I am not buying
    His words for nothing
    He's casually lying
    When things get quite
    He wouldn't call a riot
    His mind will do
    Without getting through
    It'll burst to pieces
    Trying to figure out who ?!
    And how?! And why?!
    But God! He never moves
    He stays the same
    It's older part of town too
    And when his days get gloomy
    He sleeps , while his mind gets screwed
    And when his days are brighter
    Mind leaves him for a thing or two
    To think of you
    And thank me too
    For times when I am not here
    You are happy too
    And you start to believe in
    Everything you knew
    Hold on my friend old giant
    We have a talk to do
    You do know when I am here
    You hate your fellows too
    That fact that nothing's moving
    And will never do
    The fact that fellow neighbour
    Shot his wife this noon
    And told about it later
    When he talked to you

    He thinks ,
    he does it with my help ,you see
    He blinks,
    but thoughts are feeling empty still
    Because I know
    He wants to let me go
    But can't say nothing
    He won't put up a show
    Till snow falls
    We will have our talks
    Even his folks
    Now think he lost some rocks
    His constant mumble
    Of words without a spell
    Makes others wonder
    If he is one with hell
    Weeks, days past in his tries
    His mind won't leave
    So he starts to cry
    And when he stops
    This spring to clear his eyes
    It will be gone
    So giant can see skies