| I had a dream
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| I built a machine
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| That changed who I was
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| And then I was loved
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| I grew hands of leaves
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| Became the trees
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| Never spoke again
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| And then I was loved
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| Friend you know I am in pain
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| Now you’ve shaped me with your shame
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| Friend I love you, friend I’ve changed
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| Friend I am you, lonely and afraid
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| It keeps coming
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| It keeps coming
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| It keeps coming
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| It keeps coming
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| I hear the feed
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| I struggle to receive
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| A bite from the Earth
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| A piece of me
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| There’s a church on my street
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| It violently rminds me
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| I will make my own
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| Paradise of pace
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| It keeps coming, it keeps
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| It keeps coming, it keeps
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| It keeps coming, it keeps
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| It keeps coming, it keeps
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| It keeps coming, it keeps
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| It keeps coming, it keeps
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| It keeps coming, it keeps
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| It keeps coming |