| If often in the still of night
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| Thoughts turn out twisted
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| Well, unwind
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| Uncurl and lay the worries of the world
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| By any fire you find
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| Dreamers, only believers in their sleep
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| Underachievers take a leap
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| Tell her the secrets that you keep
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| So close and yet too far out
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| Maybe someday you’ll hear
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| Sweet somethings whispered softly
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| Into your ear
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| To those with afflictions
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| Prone to addictions
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| To users and to losers
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| Doubters and their daughters and sons
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| Your angel will come
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| Maybe she’s come and gone
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| Already lost the one
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| What have you done
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| You lost the only one
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| If you came from something
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| And you’re headed nowhere out on the run
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| Allow this thought to crystallise
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| It is better in the long run
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| To never get there
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| And let the journey decide
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| In all this doom and this gloom
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| And pessimistical visions
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| Came all condemned men, all fatalists
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| In metaphysical fear
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| How could love be here?
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| To those with afflictions
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| Prone to addictions
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| To users and losers
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| Doubters and their daughters and sons
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| Your Angel will come
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| And to those with intentions
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| In all three dimensions
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| To jokers and to the joke
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| Doubters and their daughters and sons
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| (maybe you’ve found the one)
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| Maybe she’s come and gone |