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Don't you feel so very pointless in the feelin' of the rain and the violence of the sun? |
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I must confess that I feel graciously bigger than the rain and hotter than the sun |
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What do you do, what do you say when the blood you've spilled is of your loved one? |
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And the kremlins of the world fall all around you? |
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We deal in dreams |
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We deal in dreams |
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We deal in structures that grow cold in our hearts |
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Oh fearful crying people |
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The fool is by the river, watching but not swimming |
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It takes energy not to get used to it |
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and fall into this place |
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Where everything runs together and dies |
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This quiet kingdom, she is now |
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and forever will she be in silent celebration |
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We deal in dreams |
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We deal in dreams |
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We deal in structures that grow cold in our hearts |