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It is me, it is me, my dear |
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With my coat and a dream so clear |
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And the sight of my face like a golden rocket |
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Burning in the atmosphere |
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Can you see me from down here? |
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Time like a diver flies |
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For the surface when it's time to die |
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And the pearls from his pocket falling down like snowflakes |
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Catch them on your tongue this year |
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Do you think they're gonna disappear? |
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Giving up my life I've lived |
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I'm gonna throw your ashes in the air |
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And I watch you while the wind blows back and forth |
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But it's gonna let you down somewhere |
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It doesn't matter how much we care. |
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And the frozen flower |
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Will never open up, yeah |
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But when the cold winds howl |
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You at the surface deluge (?). |
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Cover me, a night so black |
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That I could never find my way back |
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To the stream in the woods where the footprints drown you |
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Rain coming down like tears |
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Drinking up all those years. |
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And the frozen flower |
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Will never open up, yeah |
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Oh when the cold winds howl |
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You at the surface deluge (?). |
