Текст песни Mattel - Avenged Sevenfold
                                                My 
                                                vinyl 
                                                skin 
                                                provides 
                                                protection
 
                                    
                                
                                                It 
                                                holds 
                                                in 
                                                place 
                                                my 
                                                plastic 
                                                bones
 
                                    
                                
                                                Cast 
                                                button 
                                                eyes 
                                                reflect 
                                                an 
                                                image
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                all 
                                                seems 
                                                as 
                                                it 
                                                should, 
                                                but 
                                                there's 
                                                nobody 
                                                home
 
                                    
                                
                                                Cue 
                                                the 
                                                breeze 
                                                that 
                                                sway 
                                                the 
                                                painted 
                                                trees
 
                                    
                                
                                                Toy 
                                                yellow 
                                                birds 
                                                upon 
                                                the 
                                                rooftops 
                                                sing
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                chorus 
                                                with 
                                                the 
                                                buzzing 
                                                bees
 
                                    
                                
                                                Melt 
                                                in 
                                                sun 
                                                LED 
                                                beams, 
                                                from 
                                                the 
                                                sky 
                                                being 
                                                held 
                                                on 
                                                    a 
                                                string
 
                                    
                                
                                                While 
                                                boredom 
                                                tears 
                                                me 
                                                apart 
                                                at 
                                                the 
                                                seams
 
                                    
                                
                                                Now 
                                                    I 
                                                know 
                                                this 
                                                might 
                                                sound 
                                                crazy
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                I've 
                                                smelled 
                                                the 
                                                plastic 
                                                daisies
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                it 
                                                seems 
                                                we've 
                                                found 
                                                ourselves 
                                                in 
                                                hell
 
                                    
                                
                                                Round 
                                                head 
                                                consumed 
                                                with 
                                                major 
                                                nothings
 
                                    
                                
                                                Ears 
                                                made 
                                                of 
                                                wax 
                                                unfit 
                                                to 
                                                hear
 
                                    
                                
                                                Day 
                                                after 
                                                day, 
                                                it 
                                                all 
                                                plays 
                                                over
 
                                    
                                
                                                Dedicated 
                                                loop, 
                                                same 
                                                year 
                                                after 
                                                year
 
                                    
                                
                                                Please 
                                                attend, 
                                                all 
                                                model 
                                                citizens
 
                                    
                                
                                                R.S.V.P 
                                                if 
                                                we 
                                                can 
                                                count 
                                                you 
                                                in, 
                                                empty 
                                                as 
                                                we 
                                                play 
                                                pretend
 
                                    
                                
                                                Send 
                                                our 
                                                thoughts 
                                                with 
                                                you 
                                                and 
                                                to 
                                                your 
                                                kin
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                in 
                                                case 
                                                we 
                                                don't 
                                                see 
                                                you 
                                                again
 
                                    
                                
                                                Good 
                                                afternoon, 
                                                good 
                                                evening, 
                                                and 
                                                goodnight
 
                                    
                                
                                                Now 
                                                    I 
                                                know 
                                                this 
                                                might 
                                                sound 
                                                crazy
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                I've 
                                                smelled 
                                                the 
                                                plastic 
                                                daisies
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                it 
                                                seems 
                                                we've 
                                                found 
                                                ourselves 
                                                in 
                                                hell
 
                                    
                                
                                                Living 
                                                feign 
                                                in 
                                                porcelain
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                just 
                                                smart 
                                                enough 
                                                to 
                                                know 
                                                nothing 
                                                at 
                                                all
 
                                    
                                
                                                Pull 
                                                my 
                                                string, 
                                                and 
                                                make 
                                                me 
                                                cry
 
                                    
                                
                                                Advertisement, 
                                                moral 
                                                scrawl
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                semblance 
                                                of 
                                                choice 
                                                when 
                                                there's 
                                                no 
                                                choice 
                                                at 
                                                all
 
                                    
                                
                                                Out 
                                                of 
                                                stock, 
                                                the 
                                                end 
                                                is 
                                                nigh
 
                                    
                                
                                                Burn, 
                                                body 
                                                burn, 
                                                burn
 
                                    
                                
                                                Now 
                                                    I 
                                                know 
                                                this 
                                                might 
                                                sound 
                                                crazy
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                I've 
                                                smelled 
                                                the 
                                                plastic 
                                                daisies
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                it 
                                                seems 
                                                we've 
                                                found 
                                                ourselves 
                                                in 
                                                hell
 
                                    
                                
                            1 Mattel
2 Nobody
3 We Love You
4 Cosmic
5 Beautiful Morning
6 Easier
7 G
8 (O)rdinary
9 (D)eath
10 Life Is But a Dream...
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