| I could see you under the lime trees
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| Where autumn’s last wind blew leaves
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| Like will-o'-the-wisps around your hair
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| I know that it is here you will disappear
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| Without a trace
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| And I can hear seven billion frail strings tune up
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| Before one very last concert
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| They played a slow-mo requiem for a dream
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| About a life that is more than this
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| I will be like the mountains
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| I will be like water
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| I will be like colors
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| Which only appear at night
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| At night
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| They gave me Seconal, Nembutal
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| Veronal and Klorpromazine
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| When I asked for a glass of wine
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| And I got Fluanxol and Haloperidol
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| Melperon and Klozapin
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| You know you tremble and you shake completely uncontrollably
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| Cannot tolerate sun you become an afraid of the dark vampire
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| Here comes the cure, here comes the recovery
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| With a wonderful life in tow
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| Now dammit you are free
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| I will be like the mountains
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| I will be like water
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| I will be like colors
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| Which only appear at night
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| At night
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| I will be like the mountains
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| You are a piece of glass in the sand
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| The radioactive rain
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| You are oil on the shore
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| I transform you to dust
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| Here comes the cure, here comes the recovery
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| With a considerate coercion
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| Here have something to chew on
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| I will be like the mountains
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| I will be like water
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| I will be like colors
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| Which only appear at night
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| At night
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| I will be like the mountains
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| I will be like water
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| I will be like colors
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| Which only appear at night
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| At night
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| At night
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| At night
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| At night
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| At night |