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I am still without devotion |
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Cause we're all asleep at the wheel |
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Asleep and so surrounded by what we feel |
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A bad dream |
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On a rope and pulled through the ocean |
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With my heart, I'm lost out at sea |
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And every kind of thought screams misery |
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So lonely |
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I've been drowning come lately |
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But I will not give up |
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Find the words, they escape me |
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But I'm full of dumb luck |
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And the world is an oyster, with a poisonous shell |
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And the look in my eye is a look that can kill |
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I am not without emotion |
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I have ran from the pain of my youth |
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From the mess that I hunt |
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The catch and the thrill |
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And I knew |
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I am not (dream of it) in the circles of envy |
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I'd thank God, but then what is he for? |
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Cause I left a few white calls at his front door |
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I'll leave more (dream of it) |
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I've been drowning come lately |
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But I will not give up (dream of it) |
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Find the words, they escape me |
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But I'm full of dumb luck (dream of it) |
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And the world is an oyster with a poisonous shell |
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And the look in my eye is a look that can kill |
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Don't you go, come a little bit closer now |
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If you like, when you die |
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March your soul to a little fire now |
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If you like, when you die |
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Speak to me, cry a river and make believe |
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If you like, when you die |
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Clap your hands, do whatever your heart commands |
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You will find, when you die, you are mine |
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Dream of it |
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Dream of it |
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Don't you go, come a little bit closer now |
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If you like, when you die |
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March your soul to a little fire now |
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If you like, when you die |
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Speak to me, cry a river and make believe |
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If you like, when you die |
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Clap your hands, do whatever your heart commands |
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You will find, when you die, you are mine |
