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He stands
towering over me beside my bed
losing his head
tells me
I must take him seriously
droning on the usual way
he´s such a clever guy
and I wonder should I laugh or cry
He´s dressed
in the striped pyjamas that I bought
trousers too short
gives me
of his small philosophy
carries on the way he does
and me I get so tired
and I wonder should I laugh or cry
High and mighty his banner flies
a fool´s pride in his eyes
standing there on
his toes to grow in size
all I see is a big balloon
halfway up to the moon
he´s wrapped up
in the warm and safe cocoon
of an eternal lie
so should I laugh or cry
Strange how
dangerously indifferent I have grown
cold as a stone
no more
pain where there was pain before
far away he rambles on
I feel my throat go dry
and I wonder should I laugh or cry
High and mighty his banner flies
a fool´s pride in his eyes
standing there on
his toes to grow in size
all I see is a big balloon
halfway up to the moon
he´s wrapped up
in the warm and safe cocoon
of an eternal lie
so should I laugh or cry