| Like Himalayan cold winter, these jaws of Kali Yuga
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| Yeah, it’s a crazy kind of cold, a lifeless slumber in a stranglehold
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| Yeah Tibet, she can’t even touch this
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| I’d rather freeze in her forests
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| We’re in a spiritual winter and I long for the one who is fire amongst the
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| dreamers
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| You are in my heart, like the sun on the icecaps
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| My only friend in the prison
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| The long lost meaning to the story, story
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| The divine and ancient wisdom
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| How could it be that you’ve graced my night?
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| Like a pardon from the governor
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| Like a transplant from the donor
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| Like a gift from the one who is fire amongst the dreamers
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| You are in my heart
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| Fire amongst the dreamers
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| You are in my heart
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| In a place where everything dies, it’s you I follow
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| See by the fire of my darlin', yeah
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| Fire amongst the dreamers
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| You are, you are in my heart
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| Like a pardon from the governor
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| Like a transplant from the donor
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| Like a kiss, like a kiss, from my darlin'
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| Fire amongst the dreamers |