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Hush; may I ask you all for silence? |
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The dreamer is still asleep |
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May the goddess keep us from single vision |
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And you to sleep |
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The dreamer is still asleep |
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The dreamer is still asleep |
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He's inventing landscapes in their magnetic field |
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Working out a means of escape |
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We'll cut across the crop circles |
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The seer says no |
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Not much time left for these escape attempts |
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Look at it this way |
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In ten years' time |
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Who'll care? Who'll even remember? |
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One dies like that, deep within it |
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Almost inside it |
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It's there for a reason |
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I'll give you my old address |
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And take that little book |
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To tear and cut the paper |
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The beginning is also the end |
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Time defines it, time defines it |
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It will end |
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Like close friendship |
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Nothing could be further |
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We forget the space between people and things |
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Is empty |
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We forget, and don't notice the loss |
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Crossing into venerable degeneration |
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It's that radiant pollution |
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The god with the silver hands surveys this vast contamination |
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The dreamer is still dreaming |
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The dreamer is still dreaming |
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In the heart of your heart |
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Your eye remains |
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Is that hurt you? Is that blister you call loveless? |
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Your whole life is a cold slow shock |
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Your whole life is a cold slow shock |
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Take all your time |
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Track the shabby shadow down |
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Through hissy mists of history |
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The dreamer is still dreaming |
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The dreamer is still dreaming |
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Hush; may I ask you all for silence? |
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Will he wake in time to catch the sunset? |
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Hush; may I ask you all for silent? |
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May I ask you all for silent? |
