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I - Divided |
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Cousins |
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The gypsy girl stood quite alone |
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Her eyes were brightly shining |
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Her head was in the clouds |
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Where she had found the silver lining |
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And all the while the crippled boy |
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Was dancing with his lady fair |
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While I stood on the sidelines |
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Trying to make out that I wasn't there. |
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So loud the music grew and grew |
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With ever greater pain |
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I stepped back in the shadows |
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For I could not stand the strain |
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I tried to look, my eyes were blind |
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I tried to speak but could not find |
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The words to say. |
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They left me lying where I lay |
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I could not bear the light of day. |
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Treat me kindly dear blue angel |
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Deepest colour of the night |
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Be merciful, be gentle |
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For I have no strength to fight. |
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II - Half Worlds Apart |
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Cousins |
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So I lay in half world dream state |
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Pressed like a flower in the pages of a half book |
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Words in softly spoken whispers |
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Steal through the silence of the blue veiled half light |
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The best of questions have no answers |
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The best of answers need no questions |
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Born on the quest for a wave of half peace |
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Acquired in a Dresden china cuplet |
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Bound in the chains of the half book binding |
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Half way to my half life. |
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Treat me kindly dear blue angel |
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Deepest colour of the night |
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Be merciful, be gentle |
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For I have no strength to fight. |
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So she lay in half museum |
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Pinned like a butterfly which failed to reach its half life |
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Tender moments left half spoken |
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Lost like an orphan in the pleasures of the dream state |
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A man of honour has no secrets |
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How can I be a man of secrets |
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Trapped in the web of the woven blue veil |
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Peering to find the angel weaver |
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Most sacred saviour of the silver lining |
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Half way to my half life. |
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Treat me kindly dear blue angel |
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Deepest colour of the night |
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Be merciful, be gentle |
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For I have no strength to fight. |
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III - At Rest |
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Cousins |
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Sleep the sleep of peace my love |
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And I will let you be |
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I alone can comfort |
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I alone can set you free |
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I will be your healer |
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And give you back your pride |
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In times of need remember me |
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At rest here by your side. |
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When the hour of darkness comes |
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And time itself stands still |
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When voices from the future |
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Seem to come and go at will |
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I will be your servant |
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Your ever constant guide |
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When all is lost remember me |
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At rest here by your side. |
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The wisdom of the fool is such |
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That he alone is sane |
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So delicate the balance |
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That e'er the moon could wax and wane |
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I will be your teacher |
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And show you where to hide |
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When all else fails remember me |
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At rest here by your side. |
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Treat me kindly dear blue angel |
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Deepest colour of the night |
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Be merciful, be gentle |
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For I have no strength to fight. |
