| Lost in skies of powdered gold
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| Caught in clouds of silver ropes
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| Showered by the empty hopes
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| As I tumble down, falling fast to the ground
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| I know I’ll wither so peel away the bark
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| Because nothing grows when it is dark
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| In spite of all my fears, I can see it all so clear
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| I see it all so clear
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| Cover your crystal eyes
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| And feel the tones that tremble down your spine
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| Cover your crystal eyes
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| And let your colours bleed and blend with mine
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| Making waves in pitch black sand
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| Feel the salt dance on my hands
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| Raw and charcoal coloured thighs feel so cold
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| And my skin feels so paper-thin
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| I know I’ll wither so peel away the bark
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| Because nothing grows when it is dark
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| In spite of all my fears, I can see it all so clear
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| I see it all so clear
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| Cover your crystal eyes
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| And feel the tones that tremble down your spine
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| Cover your crystal eyes
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| And let your colours bleed and blend with mine
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| But I’m okay in see-through skin
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| I forgive what is within
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| Because I’m in this house
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| I’m in this home
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| All my time
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| Cover your crystal eyes
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| And feel the tones that tremble down your spine
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| Cover your crystal eyes
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| And let your colours bleed and blend with mine |