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If the silence doesn't kill it |
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Then illusion will |
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Well we're staring at the sky |
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But the moon ain't gonna pay our bills |
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And now we're laughing bout it loud |
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When oh you know it ain't no joke |
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To see them kick the rose with glitter |
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Trade your dreams for smoke |
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And there's teardrops in the treetops |
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The wind is whistling through the mountain's teeth |
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A song for every wounded dove |
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But we're out further than the rainbow's edge |
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Going down, down |
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To the roots of love |
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And it's raining in my kitchen |
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Storm in my front room |
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The instructions don't say nothing |
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Just desire and consume |
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And the stars are falling right into my eyes |
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And it might be built out of sand |
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But maybe baby it's paradise |
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And there's teardrops in the treetops |
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The wind is whistling through the mountain's teeth |
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A song for every wounded dove |
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But we're out further than the rainbow's edge |
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Going down, down |
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To the roots |
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Going down, down |
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To the roots |
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Going down, down, down |
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To the roots of love |
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Na na na na na na na na na |
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Na na na na na na na na na |
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Na na na no no no no no |
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Na na na na na na na na na |
