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I stole a peacock's feather and stuck it in my eye |
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Blinded by beauty, I fell into her arms |
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And the night sung me to sleep |
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The day stole a nightmare where my father was an old dying man |
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Sitting by the riverbed on a cross, with a peacock feather stuck in his side. |
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I looked inside that gaping wound and saw a dream that would not sleep. |
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And he looked at me, and he said, |
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"I've married my future |
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I've murdered my life |
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Was it worth all the suffering? |
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Was it worth all the time? |
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With a million loose changes |
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In the pocket of my past |
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My world is standing still too fast." |
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"I've married my future |
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I've murdered my life |
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Was it worth all the suffering? |
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Was it worth all the time? |
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With a million loose changes |
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In the pocket of my past |
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My world is standing still too fast." |
