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Lost evocation |
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The night's the singer |
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The echoes linger |
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They heal all the words in your mind |
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All doubtful emotions are dying |
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Time to awake now |
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The crowd is sober |
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The dream is over |
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The mirror reflecting your thoughts |
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Was broken with dissonant chords |
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And the black-plastic culture's aging |
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Still music's burning |
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Itself out |
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Now, looking back over years of trying |
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There's no conclusion to what I will always mean |
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Just lean back, listen to my dream |
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New evocation |
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The wind's the singer |
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The echoes linger |
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They take you to where you belong |
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The saviour from where you went wrong |
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You're facing the truth now |
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The crowd is healthy |
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Their leaders wealthy |
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Anonymous knowledge we share |
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It's seen on T.V. ev'rywhere |
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And the black-plastic culture's aging |
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Still music's burning |
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Itself out |
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Now, looking back over years of trying |
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There's no conclusion to what I will always mean |
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You have just listened to my dream |
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Don't rely on what's never been |
