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I know the place that you've had visions of |
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There are no windows, no sunlight there |
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Three stories high and there are no stairs |
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It's anywhere that you're alone |
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As a child you had a ragged doll |
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That used to follow you around |
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We made a mound on some sacred ground |
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And never was it seen again |
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And when you speak, I still hear the fire |
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Of cheated desire for diaries embossed |
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Of days that you've lost |
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How can you sleep on a mattress of wire |
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Oh, how can you tire |
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Aspiring for sure to all that is pure |
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So say goodbye to all those ne'er do wells |
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Smile in religion and then smile farewell |
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Your magic doesn't need the failing spells |
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Of those that never understand |
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And manners, they will find no place |
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With those that have no saving grace |
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With you I see the irony |
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Of anyone who has no faith |
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And when you speak, I still hear the fire |
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Of cheated desire for diaries embossed |
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Of days that you've lost |
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How can you sleep on a mattress of wire |
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Oh, how can you tire |
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Aspiring for sure to all that is pure |
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Of that I am sure |
