Last Chanсe - The Midget | Текст песни

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The midget hailed to the mirror, the mirror laughed
No mercy for the wicked, no pity for the little man
He bowed to the mirror, the mirror broke
No tears for the weirdo, the midget still stands small

He hailed to the girl, the girl hailed back
No love for the wicked, no care for the petty man
The midget shied, the girl is now gone
No love for the weirdo, the midget still stands small

The midget stood up to himself
I’ve kept you warm for many years
I’ve shed for you my blood my tears
You kept me feeling small and weak
You never loved the real me
This is what I got to be
This is what I got to be

The midget begged the moon, come shed your light on me
Brighten my life, set me free
People make me so vulnerable and sad
They just don’t see, the love in me

The midget begged the sun, give me your shine
Give me your rays, give me something to call mine
People make me so feeble and weak
They just don’t see, the real me

The midget stood up to himself
I’ve kept you warm for many years
I’ve shed for you my blood my tears
You kept me feeling small and weak
You never loved the real me
Now this is what I got to be
This is what I got to be

There’s no person weaker and small
Than the one who doesn’t believe in himself
There’s no person greater and tall
Than the one who believes in himself

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