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And endless crowds of people, they walk upon this stone |
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Where will their memory go, where did their minds come from? |
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And I was only a child when I first looked into your eyes |
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And saw your body rise up over the ocean |
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We saw the golden boy bleed love onto the sand like rain |
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While we were injecting colors into our open veins |
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And deep beneath the water, the dead black silence crawled far away across the ocean |
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The golden boy is swallowed by the sea |
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And love is sometimes violent, and violence has no constraint |
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And I can see inside you, Yes, I can feel what you think |
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And with this knife of silver I will release your soul |
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And throw it out into the ocean, nine million miles in a straight line |
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In a place just like this, in a ship on the water, where no dimensions exist |
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My hands are hitting your picture, and the image, it shifts |
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I tear it up and scatter it over the ocean, the golden boy that was swallowed by the sea. |
