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Above your head |
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Church bells explode |
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And you jump over fountains |
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And you don't see |
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The birds in the trees |
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They all have turned to the mountains |
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There is a snake in your bathroom |
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And a tiger at your door |
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And if you open up your mailbox |
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Locusts fall on the floor, fall on the floor |
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Fall on the floor, fall on the floor |
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But in your eyes |
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I see a sunbeam |
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Like the rising sun of dawn |
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On your finger's a ring of crystal |
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Like the cry of a flying swan |
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In your right hand nothing more is left than a shadow |
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In your left hand you hold a letter from the girl on the road |
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There is a tree in your bathroom |
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And a friend at your door |
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And if you open up the mailbox |
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Stars fall on the floor, fall on the floor |
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Fall on the floor, fall on the floor |