| It is me, it is me, my dear
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| With my coat and a dream so clear
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| And the sight of my face like a golden rocket
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| Burning in the atmosphere
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| Can you see me from down here?
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| Time like a diver flies
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| For the surface when it’s time to die
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| And the pearls from his pocket falling down like snowflakes
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| Catch them on your tongue this year
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| Do you think they’re gonna disappear?
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| Giving up my life I’ve lived
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| I’m gonna throw your ashes in the air
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| And I watch you while the wind blows back and forth
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| But it’s gonna let you down somewhere
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| It doesn’t matter how much we care
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| And the frozen flower
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| Will never open up, yeah
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| But when the cold winds howl
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| You at the surface deluge (?)
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| Cover me, a night so black
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| That I could never find my way back
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| To the stream in the woods where the footprints drown you
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| Rain coming down like tears
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| Drinking up all those years
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| And the frozen flower
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| Will never open up, yeah
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| Oh when the cold winds howl
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| You at the surface deluge (?) |