| Spring comes like a kiss upon the mouth
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| Soft and sweet with all the power of the earth behind
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| Broken fever and soaking sheets
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| Twisted round our bodies in the cool of the morning
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| Turning the cards over one by one
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| I see the faces staring back from across the ages
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| And everything tastes so strong, so strong
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| But you could never sense because
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| According to you
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| There isn’t anything left to believe in
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| Because you never could see
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| That there is everything that we are receiving
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| We joined the battle between right and wrong
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| When we were all so young and certain
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| And now we pass the passions on
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| In the broken light streaming through the shredded curtain
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| They bring you scapegoats to sacrifice
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| Anything or anybody just to nail your pain to
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| They bring you promises you know are lies
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| So you feel betrayed in everything that you cling to so
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| According to you
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| There isn’t anything left to believe in
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| Because you never could see
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| That there is everything that we are receiving
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| Come back to us all
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| Where there is everything that we are receiving |