| The first born my heart will call truly,
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| A God-like boy of the sky
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| The fog hissed away like a movie
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| And the serpents go home, for the night
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| And the thundercloud rain hits the freeway
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| And the clowns put on makeup for show
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| The nightfall, my skin crawl kind of evening,
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| Yeah, how the wind she blows,
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| how the wind she blows
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| (chorus)
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| But I want you to come in closer, come in closer, come in closer
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| Come in closer, come in closer, come in closer,
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| I want you to come in closer, in closer
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| We’ll go dancing with devils
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| Need not know their name
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| But we’ll waltz like an army, for the fear of our pain
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| And our souls become useless,
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| as the day they were born
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| In the rusted arm rocking chair
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| away from your storm
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| (chorus) |