| I’m made of mud and stardust
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| I’m made of love and wanderlust
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| Two eyes, two hands, two feet of ash and rust
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| I’m made of mud and stardust
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| Lucky is the moon that comes and goes
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| Many are the reckless who sell their souls
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| Faultless is the wind, heartless is the cold
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| Merciless, merciless give me something I can hold
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| When plenty are the doubts that cloud my mind
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| Countless are the chalices of lilac wide
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| Cruel is the taste so bitter to the tongue
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| Merciless, merciless, time is wasted on the young
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| And are you?
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| And are you?
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| And are you?
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| And are you what I am?
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| And am I?
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| Am I?
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| Am I?
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| And am I made of you?
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| Keener is the heart that waits an age
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| Fear is the spirit that accepts its faith
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| Fearless is the wind, refreshing is the cold
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| Passion, compassion now here is something you can hold
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| When plenty are the doubts that cloud your mind
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| Dare to look out yonder past the distant skies
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| Sweeter is the taste that flitters on the tongue
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| Passion, compassion, this time is gifted to the young
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| And are you?
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| And are you?
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| And are you?
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| And are you what I am?
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| And Am I?
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| Am I?
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| Am I?
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| And am I made of you?
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| I’m made of mud and stardust
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| I’m made of love and wanderlust
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| Two eyes. |
| Two hands. |
| Two feet of ash and rust
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| I’m made of mud and stardust
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| And are you?
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| And are you?
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| And are you?
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| And are you what I am?
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| And am I?
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| And am I?
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| And am I?
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| And am I made of you?
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| I’m made of mud and stardust |