| Oh, I dream of starships, starships and the void
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| The faces of the prophets history destroyed
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| But I will live forever, of this I am sure
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| I’ll bury my lovers, I am the cure
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| My body is wider and stronger than collapsing buildings
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| And I will see the graves, I will see the graves of your children
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| Woke up in an ambulance, beaten and bleeding
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| The sound of the engines, oh, I am a wound un-healing
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| When I was a user, my arms were all in splinters
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| But out here in the snowy fields, I am the winter
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| My coat falls open and I let you in
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| The Great White Noise will be your undoing
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| A left to the heavens and a right, a right to the jaw
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| The chorus of the angels, and I fall
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| Woke up in an ambulance, blue-fingered and freezing
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| The sound of the engines, oh, I am a wound un-healing |