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I took a turn into the world of pop |
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everything I'd learned I abruptly dropped |
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I'd seen the woods and shining arches |
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and wandered down the road to the open sea |
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The coldness unfolds over stats and charts |
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as my love is sold to consuming hearts |
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and while I prepare words with little meaning |
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they classify my work for the western world |
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Ice in the woods, now my spring is over |
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my path to the sea is now a dusty street |
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The lights in the night hide the blues and greens |
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my mind like a knife cuts the softened things |
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oh, where are my eyes? hiding in the forest |
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and where is my voice? in the mp3 |
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I'm cold as the stone, you know I can't be glad |
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and my love is sold, and my soul is sapped |
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oh come to the shore where the walkway's broken |
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pay tears to the sea, she will be your queen |
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oh I took a turn, oh I took a turn, oh I... |
