| I dream of dusty roads, paved with gold that lead me in your eyes.
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| The marmeladed paintings sing a song that not the crows will try.
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| The Piano screams a sound inside your lips I have found,
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| Something I could never save.
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| The current pulls me down, into your river deeper now, than I had
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| Ever planned to sink, planned to sink
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| Scattered winds blow me cross the ocean,
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| Turns and spins, leaves me breathless, but with
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| No sense of my direction, or
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| Where the main land sits, where I find my soul.
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| The battles fought and fight inside these walls, the blood still stains my
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| dress.
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| Through we spoke, my broken bones, the chandelier means more you said.
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| The thunder screamed a light into the thick black painted night, but not
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| A muscle did you move for me.
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| The rapids growing taller than I ever do recall,
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| Dragging my soul to sea, my soul to sea
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| And I said
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| Lord what have I done? |
| And I said Lord what have I done?
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| Scattered winds blow me cross the ocean,
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| Turns and spins, leaves me breathless, but with
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| No sense of my direction, or
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| Where the main land sits, where I find my soul. |