| Well she tossed all night like a raging sea
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| Woke up and climbed from the suicide machine
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| With her Spanish candles and her Persian poems
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| Stuck on the rocks inside Opus 40 stoned
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| And scratching her wrists in the pouring rain
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| She collapses down upon the ocean floor
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| Again
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| Tears in waves, minds on fire
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| Nights alone by your side
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| Tears in waves, minds on fire
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| Nights alone by your side
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| Catskill mansions, buried dreams
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| «I'm alive» she cried
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| «but I don’t know what it means»
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| But somewhere out there across the moonlit sands
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| There’s a line drawn, like the lines on her own hand
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| And slamming her eyes, locking the door
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| She collapses down upon the ocean floor
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| Again
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| Tears in waves, minds on fire
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| Nights alone by your side
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| Tears in waves, minds on fire
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| Nights alone by your side |