| Once when I was young, I used to dream for hours and hours
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| I’d dream a world that wasn’t small…
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| And I’d travel to a valley where under trees and earth
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| I’d set my girl…
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| …And I knelt down by her head
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| And lay roses in her hair and I kissed her gently…
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| But this is what you are
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| As the sun sets in my eyes I know…
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| I know I know I know I know I know
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| And I know this one’s the light
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| And the worm inside of me Is the oldest wound that I’ve nursed along
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| …So don’t try to get inside
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| These things inside are wrong, things beyond things
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| It’s sick now
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| It’s rotten to the core, its eyes bulge and gaze at me…
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| …Lovingly…
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| And I remember this smell from my dreams except it was sweeter then…
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| And even in this room, where I used to lock my secrets
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| It’s starting to smell just like my friend
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| And I told you not to breathe, so now I sit and watch the rain, I know
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| I know I know I know I know I know I know I know
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| And I know this one’s the dark
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| And the woman inside of me, is the oldest wound that
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| I’ve nursed along…
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| So don’t try to get inside
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| These things inside are all just things |