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    JACOBThere is nothing but a billion screaming monkeys
    REDTIME
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    JACOB
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    chtel jsem se zeptat, zda jsi to porad ty
    chtel jsem vedet, jestli cas ztracim nebo ho ziskavam
    skonci to nekdy?
    myslim opravdu skonci
    proc zrovna takle
    se rozplynout, jen tak
    bez duvodu
    JACOB
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    how could I forget about you? you are the only person I know
    AIKKA
    AIKKA --- ---
    Confusion in her eyes that says it all.
    She's lost control.
    And she's clinging to the nearest passer by,
    She's lost control.
    And she gave away the secrets of her past,
    And said I've lost control again,
    And a voice that told her when and where to act,
    She said I've lost control again.

    And she turned around and took me by the hand and said,
    I've lost control again.
    And how I'll never know just why or understand,
    She said I've lost control again.
    And she screamed out kicking on her side and said,
    I've lost control again.
    And seized up on the floor, I thought she'd die.
    She said I've lost control.
    She's lost control again.
    She's lost control.
    She's lost control again.
    She's lost control.

    Well I had to 'phone her friend to state my case,
    And say she's lost control again.
    And she showed up all the errors and mistakes,
    And said I've lost control again.
    But she expressed herself in many different ways,
    Until she lost control again.
    And walked upon the edge of no escape,
    And laughed I've lost control.
    She's lost control again.
    She's lost control.
    She's lost control again.
    She's lost control.
    AIKKA
    AIKKA --- ---
    JACOB
    JACOB --- ---


    Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely.
    JACOB
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    JACOB
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    JACOB
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    JACOB
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    JACOB
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    JACOB
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    AIKKA
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    AIKKA
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    AIKKA
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    JACOB
    JACOB --- ---
    Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player
    that struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
    and then is heard no more. It is a tale
    told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
    signifying nothing.
    JACOB
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    JACOB
    JACOB --- ---
    If the radiance of a thousand suns were to burst at once into the sky, that would be like the splendor of the Mighty One... I am become Death, the Shatterer of Worlds.

    -- J. Robert Oppenheimer
    JACOB
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