| Looking down on empty streets, all she can see
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| Are the dreams all made solid
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| Are the dreams made real
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| All of the buildings, all of the cars
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| Were once just a dream
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| In somebody’s head
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| She pictures the broken glass, pictures the steam
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| She pictures a soul
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| With no leak at the seams
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| Let’s take the boat out
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| Wait until darkness
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| Let’s take the boat out
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| Wait until darkness comes
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| Nowhere in the corridors of pale green and grey
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| Nowhere in the suburbs
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| In the cold light of day
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| There in the midst of it, so alive and alone
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| Words support like bone
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| Dreaming of Mercy Street
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| Wear your inside out
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| Dreaming of mercy
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| In your daddy’s arms again
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| Dreaming of Mercy Street
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| I swear they moved that sign
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| Dreaming of mercy
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| In your daddy’s arms
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| Pulling out the papers from drawers that slide smooth
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| Tugging at the darkness
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| Word upon word
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| Confessing all the secret things in the warm velvet box
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| To the priest, he’s the doctor
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| He can handle the shocks
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| Dreaming of the tenderness, the tremble in the hips
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| Of kissing Mary’s lips
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| Dreaming of Mercy Street
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| Wear your inside out
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| Dreaming of mercy
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| In your daddy’s arms again
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| Dreaming of Mercy Street
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| I swear they moved that sign
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| Looking for mercy
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| In your daddy’s arms
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| Mercy, mercy, looking for mercy
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| Looking for mercy
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| Mercy, looking for mercy
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| Looking for mercy, looking for mercy
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| Looking for mercy, looking for mercy
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| Anne, with her father, is out in the boat
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| Riding the water
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| Riding the waves on the sea |