| Hanging low a big embrace of Aztec moon
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| And throwing down a glow on this flourescent tune
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| And cooling off and phasing out of chlorine bed
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| Shadows at the walls of the sun makes clear the door he read
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| Void of movement void of feeling
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| Void of life
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| Shadows crackles Spanish church in the night
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| Don’t feel sour in the far window there
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| Don’t be bothered by the words in your head
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| When the sun goes down
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| And just a night
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| This will be bring up pretty
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| Some old fire (???)
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| Makes what’s dead come alive
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| For the long and lonely ride
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| Ancient highway
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| Desert dust diamond lit sky
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| Like some lost planet
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| Never breathes any life
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| And barely moving
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| Broken ears bend and crawl
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| Talk to where you’re stuck in I won’t cease until dawn
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| Wake me up when you can hear
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| The sound of people getting near
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| Where what’s dead becomes alive
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| And there’s a long and lonely ride
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| Who can know there’s so much life around us thins
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| Life from heaven smiles down on this room
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| Some parade of colours
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| Marching on music trails
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| Morning slips to evening
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| Falls through holes in between days
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| And you can loose another year
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| Where are the pictures perfect teen?
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| And where what’s dead come alive
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| And where you are comes alive |