| Still I haunt the realm of shades in all its shining colours
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| While I’m singing and dissolving
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| My obsessions, they are symptoms of my being weary
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| Of my dazed life, of the silence
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| The sun is pouring down on me, and if I didn’t sing out
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| Oh for my life, oh for my death
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| It almost seems as if I’d drown in its golden sea of sunbeams
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| Till it’s over, till it’s over
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| Trapped in no-man's-land between my old life and the new world
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| Can’t escape it, can’t escape it
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| Giving in to suctions with a fragile, fiendish pleasure
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| When I’m on it, when I’m on it
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| And yet decay is glowing and announcing a new era
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| And a new world, oh a new world
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| If I could perceive the new life, sense it and outguess it
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| As a tender silver lining
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| Until the curtain draws in front of my eyes…
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| The sun is pouring, it’s pouring down on me
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| And if I did not, didn’t sing it out
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| Oh for my life, oh for my death
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| Oh for my death |