| And endless crowds of people
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| They walk upon this stone
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| Where will their memory go?
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| Where did their minds come from?
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| And I was only a child
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| When I first looked in your eyes
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| And saw your body rise over the ocean
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| We saw the golden boy bleed love
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| Onto the sand like rain
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| While we were injecting colours
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| Into our open veins
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| And deep beneath the water
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| The dead black silence crawled
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| Far away across the ocean
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| The golden boy swallowed by the sea
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| And love is sometimes violent
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| And violence has no constraint
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| And I can see inside you
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| Yes, I can feel what you think
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| And with this knife of silver
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| I will release your soul
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| And throw it out into the ocean
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| Nine million miles in a straight line
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| In a place just like this
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| In a ship on the water
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| Where no dimensions exist
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| My hands are holding your picture
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| And the image, it shifts
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| I tear it up and scatter it over the ocean
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| The golden boy beneath the sea
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| The golden boy swallowed by the sea
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| I lose my mind, beneath the sea
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| (The golden boy swallowed by the sea)
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| (The golden boy swallowed by the sea) |