| Come under with me
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| Through young girls' dreams
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| Don’t wake me up too soon
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| There’s a halo on the moon
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| You hunger, I’ll thirst
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| Pink stars do burst
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| God of lightning, goddess of fern
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| A map to memorize, a lullaby to learn
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| Come on darling, take me there
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| Where red clouds blew and fill the air
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| Where my purple hear beats to your jet black snout
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| Up on poiny point if your dare
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| You’re my blood, you’re my wine
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| You’re my mountain to climb
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| Say you’re mine, you’re mine, you’re mine
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| Bride in the fog, and no way out
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| Can’t see my own hands, can’t hear a sound
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| Where angels conspire and heroes do drown
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| I am lost in the mire upside down
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| Is that my soul on fire whirling by?
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| Take a walk, man of god I just want to die
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| I tell you my friend
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| The widow is on my trail
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| You’ll hear her, you will know her
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| The chill on the skin, the song on the wind
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| To wonder, to roam, to never know how
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| To lie under a sky of blood reds and pale blue
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| To trail ten thousand miles in a dead man’s shoes
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| There’s a demon loose, a demon loose
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| I can’t get home, I can’t get home
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| For the road is a snake of mist
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| And the shadow of a rebel’s fist
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| His jacket on my back, his bones on the shore
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| But the secret of dreams is to dream up a door
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| A portrait of him, a picture of her
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| A keyhole in a Douglas fir
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| Now
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| Now
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| Ah |