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looking down on empty streets, all she can see |
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are the dreams all made solid |
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are the dreams all made real |
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all of the buildings, all of those cars |
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were once just a dream |
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in somebody's head |
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she pictures the broken glass, she pictures the steam |
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she pictures a soul |
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with no leak at the seam |
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lets take the boat out |
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wait until darkness |
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let's take the boat out |
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wait until darkness comes |
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nowhere in the corridors of pale green and grey |
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nowhere in the suburbs |
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in the cold light of day |
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there in the midst of it so alive and alone |
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words support like bone |
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dreaming of mercy st. |
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wear your inside out |
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dreaming of mercy |
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in your daddy('s arms again |
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dreaming of mercy st. |
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'swear they moved that sign |
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dreaming of mercy |
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in your daddy's arms |
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pulling out the papers from the drawers that slide smooth |
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tugging at the darkness, word upon word |
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confessing all the secret things in the warm velvet box |
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to the priest-he's the doctor |
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he can handle the shocks |
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dreaming of the tenderness-the tremble in the hips |
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of kissing Mary's lips |
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dreaming of mercy st. |
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wear your insides out |
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dreaming of mercy |
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in your daddy's arms again |
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dreaming of mercy st. |
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'swear they moved that sign |
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looking for mercy |
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in your daddy's arms |
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mercy, mercy, looking for mercy |
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mercy, mercy, looking for mercy |
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Anne, with her father is out in the boat |
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riding the water |
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riding the waves on the sea |