| Wrap your troubles in dreams
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| Send them all away
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| Put them in a bottle
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| And across the seas they’ll stay
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| Speak not of misfortune
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| Speak not of your woes
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| Just steal yourself a holy death
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| Crouching by the door
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| Ride and sway to music’s pain
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| Searing with the sides
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| Caress death with a lover’s touch
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| For it shall be your bride
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| Wrap your troubles in dreams
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| Send them all away
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| Put them in a bottle
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| And across the seas they’ll stay
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| Purple is to yellow
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| As sunlight is to rain
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| Happiness and death you’ll find
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| Loveliness in pain
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| Slash the golden whip it snaps
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| Across the lover’s sides
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| The earth trembles without tremors
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| Preparing for to die
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| Wrap your troubles in dreams
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| Send them all away
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| Put them in a bottle
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| And across the seas they’ll stay
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| Salty ocean waves and sprays
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| Come crashing to the shore
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| Bullies kick and kill young loves
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| Down on bar-room floors
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| The gleaming knife cuts early
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| Through the midnight air
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| Cutting entrance in its path
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| Blood runs without care
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| Violence echoes through the land
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| In heart of every man
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| The knife, it stabs existent wounds
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| Puss runs through meant to tear
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| Excrements filters through the brain
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| Hatred bends the spine
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| Filth covers the body pores
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| To be cleansed by dying time
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| Wrap your troubles in dreams
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| Send them all away
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| Put them in a bottle
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| And across the seas they’ll stay |