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Wrap your troubles in dreams |
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Send them all away |
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Put them in a bottle and |
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Across the seas they'll stay |
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Speak not of misfortunes |
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Speak not of your woes |
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Just steal yourself a holiday |
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Crouching by the door |
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Ride and sway to music's pain |
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Searing with the sides |
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Caress it with a lover's touch |
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For it shall be your bride |
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Wrap your troubles in dreams |
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Send them all away |
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Put them in a bottle |
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And across the seas they'll stay |
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Slash the golden whip, it slaps |
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Across the lover's sides |
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The earth trembles without remorse |
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Preparing for to die |
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Salty ocean waves and sprays |
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Crashing to the shore |
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Bullies kick and kill young loves |
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Down on barroom floors |
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Wrap your troubles in dreams |
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Send them all away |
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Put them in a bottle |
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And across the seas they'll stay |
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Violence echoes through the land |
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In heart of every man |
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The knife stabs existent wounds |
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Pulse runs through matted hair |
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The gleaming knife cuts early |
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Through the midnight air |
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Cutting entrails in its path |
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Blood runs without care |
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Excrement filters through the brain |
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Hatred bends the spine |
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Filth covers the body pores |
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To be cleansed by dying time |
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Wrap your troubles in dreams |
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Send them all away |
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Put them in a bottle |
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And across the seas they'll stay |
