| She ascends to the real, letting it go
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| Come to pass through the show
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| No hope for more
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| Come to me, come for real, letting it go
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| Come to me as the ghost
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| No hope for more
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| She ascends to the real, letting it go
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| All the best, so you know, down below
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| We watch the wretched
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| Turn away from the living
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| I break my fingers folding it out
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| No reason
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| The pictured image of
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| Complete and total hell
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| The pictured image of
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| Complete and total hell
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| Made real and more true
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| Try on the costume
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| We watch the wretched
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| Turn away from the living
|
| I break my fingers folding it out
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| No reason
|
| The pictured image of
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| Complete and total hell
|
| The pictured image of
|
| Complete and total hell
|
| Made real and more true
|
| Try on the costume
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| She ascends to the real, letting it go
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| We crack the night and find you two
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| Behind the double door too soon
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| Looking light it finds your face
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| Behind his hand, flowers and vase
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| We dream the dream of lives unknown
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| And force them through into our waking
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| I kneel before your open eyes
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| Took them once I felt them slight
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| Too awash of pain and dumb
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| Look to me as you let it out
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| Looking light, it finds your face
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| Behind his hand, flowers and vase
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| We dream the dream of lives unknown
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| And force them through into our waking
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| I kneel before your open eyes
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| Look to me as you let it out |