| If the silence doesn’t kill it
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| Then illusion will
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| Well we’re staring at the sky
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| But the moon ain’t gonna pay our bills
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| And now we’re laughing bout it loud
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| When oh you know it ain’t no joke
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| To see them kick the rose with glitter
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| Trade your dreams for smoke
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| And there’s teardrops in the treetops
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| The wind is whistling through the mountain’s teeth
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| A song for every wounded dove
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| But we’re out further than the rainbow’s edge
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| Going down, down
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| To the roots of love
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| And it’s raining in my kitchen
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| Storm in my front room
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| The instructions don’t say nothing
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| Just desire and consume
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| And the stars are falling right into my eyes
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| And it might be built out of sand
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| But maybe baby it’s paradise
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| And there’s teardrops in the treetops
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| The wind is whistling through the mountain’s teeth
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| A song for every wounded dove
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| But we’re out further than the rainbow’s edge
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| Going down, down
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| To the roots
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| Going down, down
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| To the roots
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| Going down, down, down
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| To the roots of love
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| Na na na na na na na na na
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| Na na na na na na na na na
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| Na na na no no no no no
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| Na na na na na na na na na |