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Disposable creatures defiling the night, |
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Receive at my hand the invisible light. |
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This river of faces, this garden of graves, |
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It flows and it grows when this boy misbehaves. |
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Do you hear that song? |
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Now it won't be long, |
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Until we dance the dance |
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And rid ourselves of everyone. |
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Yeah, when |
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I hear that sound, |
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I'm gonna take you down, |
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To where the river flows and |
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I tend to the garden |
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Where nothing grows. |
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Echoes on the wind, |
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Faces reflected in mirrored eyes, |
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Another soul |
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I might have been. |
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Strangers to me now, |
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Far from this vision of love... |
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Emerging from shadows, come out of the rain, |
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Abandon your body and give me your pain. |
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Do you hear that song? |
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Now it won't be long, |
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Until we dance the dance |
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And rid ourselves of everyone. |
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When I hear that sound, |
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I'm gonna take you down, |
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To where the river flows and |
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I tend to the garden |
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Where nothing grows. |
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Echoes on the wind... |
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Long ago, just a boy who knew that love is |
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Complicated when your lovers die. |
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Just a boy who needed love... |
