| Consider waking here in the heart of all the troubles
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| Where blood runs like wine
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| In the rhythm of this city, man, he knows no pity
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| Just live and work and die
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| There’s the boy who sells his dreams to buy a little time
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| He’s the boy who sells his pearl-ragged dreams
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| In a land that breaks your heart with its bullets and its guns
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| In a land that breaks your pearl-ragged dreams
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| Oh these, they are my people, and this is all I know
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| The longer this goes on, my friend, the stronger I will grow
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| Oh these, they are my people, and this is all I know
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| The longer this goes on, my friend, the stronger I will grow
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| A raven circles high in a tapestry of blue
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| Swirling 'round and 'round
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| Its eyes glint like diamonds as if it knows the reasons
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| Of something I should know
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| And I would sell my dreams just to buy a little time
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| Searching for the refuge of unknown
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| 'Cause this place would hold you down like a fever in your veins
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| And you would sell your pearl-ragged dreams
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| Oh these, they are my people, and this is all I know
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| The longer this goes on, my friend, the stronger I will grow
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| Oh these, they are my people, and this is all I know
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| The longer this goes on, my friend, the stronger I will grow |