| He hides a gun to the root of a tree
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| She hides a thought to the root of her dream
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| And when she speaks, through her sleep
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| I hear it all, every secret, hidden so deep
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| How to make an old man
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| And three women appear out of a wall
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| How to make white stains vanish from a pall
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| Old people gather there by the moonlight
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| They have a special plan to make things right
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| No one saw her disappear
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| No one saw her disappear
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| No one saw her disappear
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| No one saw her disappear
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| In that room there is broken glass on the tables
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| Atmosphere curious and obscure
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| Waiting, sensual, the deepest allure
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| She went through the death-door
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| No one saw her disappear
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| She went through the death-door
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| Down to earth, through rebirth
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| She went through the death-door
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| Bells ringing, choir singing
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| She went through the death-door
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| Corpse rotting on the killing floor
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| No one saw her disappear
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| No one saw her disappear
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| No one saw her disappear
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| No one saw her disappear |