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Tonight, tonight the captain's dreams are bad |
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Searching for a dim and distant shore |
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Amidst the sluts, the drifters and the thieves |
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He doesn't dream of landing anymore |
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Drowning in these tumblers, stumbles through these doors |
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Swinging out to cold cement from sticky hard tile floors |
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These are the routes we wander, girl, every goddamn day |
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So swallow hard and wipe them dreams away |
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Swallow hard and wipe them dreams away |
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Come to life, come to life, come to life |
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Come to life again |
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Come to life, come to life, come to life |
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Come to life again |
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The smoke and the cold killed the men and the dogs |
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The last glimpse of sun, then all winter it's gone |
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Chained at the ankles, cuffed at the wrists |
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Stuffed into mail sacks and tossed into drifts |
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Come to life, come to life, come to life |
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Come to life again |
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Come to life, come to life, come to life |
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Come to life again |
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The lunar eye is burning, boring through me, digging deep |
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Into my chest, into my head, into my dreams, into my sleep |
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These dreams these days don't give me no peace |
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These dreams these days don't give me no peace |
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Come to life, come to life, come to life |
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Come to life |
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Come to life, come to life, come to life |
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Come to life |
