| RIDING THROUGH THE ENDLESS DESERT, WHITE GLARING AND FLAT EXCEPT
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| THE HAZY POOR GLEAM OF MOUNTAINS AND THE DEVILSGRASS WITHIN
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| SWEET DREAMS AND THE DEVILSGRASS WITHIN…
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| BUT TOMORROW IT COULD BE TO LATE
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| YEAH TOMORROW MAYBE MY TRUST COULD FADE
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| TOMORROW I COULD SEE THINGS THROUGH A KIND OF GREYNESS
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| AND THEN I COULD CHANGE MYSELF INTO A KIND OF BIRD OF PREY
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| SWEET DREAMS DEATH AND NIGHTMARES
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| ON THE NARROW PATH BETWEEN CRUSTS OF SALT
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| THROUGH THE ENDLESS CRYING MONOTONOUS WILDERNESS
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| GIVE ME YOUR WINGS BIRD I WILL SPREAD THEM OUT AND FLY
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| TO THE WAY TO THE TOWER, WHERE I WILL SING ALL THEIR NAMES
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| I WILL SING ALL THEIR NAMES
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| BUT TOMORROW IT COULD BE TO LATE
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| YEAH TOMORROW MAYBE MY TRUST COULD FADE
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| TOMORROW I COULD SEE THINGS THROUGH A KIND OF GREYNESS
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| AND THEN I COULD CHANGE MYSELF INTO A KIND OF BIRD OF PREY
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| BUT TOMORROW IT COULD BE TO LATE
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| YEAH TOMORROW MAYBE MY TRUST COULD FADE
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| TOMORROW I COULD SEE THINGS THROUGH A KIND OF GREYNESS
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| AND THEN I COULD CHANGE MYSELF INTO A KIND OF BIRD OF PREY |