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    I'm lying as far out
    Towards the edge
    As possible
    So far out
    That i'm almost tripping over
    You lie behind me
    Your breath is heavy
    You're sleeping

    There are some screws
    That are coming loose
    From two holes in the wall
    The plaster's sifting down
    Resting like sleep-sand in my eyes

    There's a cabinet
    (Hanging over my bed)
    Filled with all my secret things
    (Filled with all my secret things)
    Every night i lie
    (Staring at it)
    I'm so afraid that it will fall down
    Onto my face

    I know what is keeping
    My cabinet from falling down

    It's very a small bird
    Made of ceramics
    Fastened by a thread
    To the bottom of the cabinet
    When you're awake
    You play around with it
    Then i get so scared
    That the thread won't be strong enough

    I'm hiding my head under the pillow
    Hoping that
    The bird won't fly away

    There's a cabinet
    (Hanging above my bed)
    Filled with all my secrets things
    (Filled with secret things)
    Every night i lie
    (Staring up at it)
    I'm so afraid that it will fall down

    'Cause what if the cabinet
    (Were to fall down)
    And what if it hit my face
    (Would you get frightened by)
    The things that you would see
    (The things that you would see)
    Or would try to mend it
    (Would you even try)
    There's a cabinet
    Hanging above my bed
    Filled with secret things

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