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I count halos on your forehead |
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I smell the stars in all your white eastern skies |
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Where zodiacs taste like beehives |
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And every sting is a reward, full of anthems, of colour and delight... |
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We are the dreamers, the distance to reality |
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We are the dremers, the blemish of a wound |
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We are the dreamers, the missing link to history |
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We are the dreamers and nothing else what counts... |
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Plant the kings' heads in the orchard |
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Under the nests of red birds with their hierarchy |
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And I'll judge you, just for our fun |
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'Cause every law, that's written is a doctrine, spelled by you and me... |
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We are the dreamers, the distance to reality |
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We are the dremers, the blemish of a wound |
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We are the dreamers, the missing link to history |
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We are the dreamers and nothing else what counts... |
