| The river’s chandelier
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| I knew it, you were near
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| Dandy, over cross
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| Shook my hand and laid me down
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| River’s chandelier
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| Took my blood and you were near
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| (La la la)
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| Swiftly I come back
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| Swiftly I come back
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| I wonder where do you go?
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| To the hand, knees of all the old men folks
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| I wonder where do you go when I’m not by your side?
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| River of black rain and hollowing sun
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| My house filled with maggots and insects of dust
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| The cradle is done and we’re all just made of
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| Nothing, nothing inside us does matter
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| Something, something must shatter our dreams
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| I want, I want to see you again
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| I’m on my death bed and it feels so strange
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| To, to feel that it’s all normal to me
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| My strange, dark reality
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| Yes
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| I must confess
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| Where do you go when I’m not near?
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| I see the river’s chandelier
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| We run, we jump, we don’t get far
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| Our traveled scars they stay at large
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| I want to see what I become
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| I come ahead to angel songs
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| I wonder if it’s all worthwhile
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| I slit it all open to see what’s inside
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| (See what, see what’s inside, I stay inside)
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| (I take it all. I slit you open, see what’s inside
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| I slit you open see what’s inside
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| I slit you open see what’s inside
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| Oh, what’s inside? |
| Oh, what’s inside?)
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| It’s nothing |