| Saturn’s fingers, sharp as night
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| Touch my soul, squeeze it tight
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| The ice in my eyes, frozen screems
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| The mind from th e north blovs cold on my dreams
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| Passing time drags me down to the floor
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| Then goes to see the man next door
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| Silent footsteps gently grieve
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| Slip my heart into my sleeve
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| And the stars keep on blazing and spinning
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| And gazing and grinning at me
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| See my friends in my mirror
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| Looking weaker looking bleaker
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| Dead soul smiles, dead heart beating
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| Dead man’s hand blindly greeting
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| Life just glides on by
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| Don’t hope don’t need don’t cry
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| Don’t trust don’t lust don’t dare
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| Don’t hate don’t love don’t care
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| And the stars keep on blazing and spinning
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| And gazing and grinning at me |