| There’s a curve in every road
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| Don’t swerve or you might miss it
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| Your head’s drooping like a rose
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| When the sun forgot to kiss it
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| The desert called you there
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| To play songs for desert flowers
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| So don’t you, don’t you
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| Don’t you count the hours
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| Caught between the leaves
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| Of a book you cannot read
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| Now the words have blurred
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| Your mind’s disturbed
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| The ghouls have come to feed
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| I shouldn’t try to dream
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| Of a world that can’t be seen
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| For if you’re not there
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| I cannot bear the stars without their sheen
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| Only dark can feed th soul
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| If you don’t manipulate it
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| When a silent arth has spoken
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| Planets swoop intoxicated
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| So laugh with me, dear friend
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| We’ll tap dance to their punches
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| I need you, need you
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| Beside me in the trenches
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| Caught between the leaves
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| Of a book you cannot read
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| Now the words have blurred
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| Your mind’s disturbed
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| The ghouls have come to feed
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| Do I dare to dream
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| Of a world that can’t be seen
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| For if you’re not there
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| I cannot bear the stars without their sheen
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| If you’re not there I cannot bear
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| The glare of senseless gleam
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| If you’re not there I cannot bear
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| The dream within this dream |