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And so it seems |
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That sleep makes dreams |
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And sleeplessness makes us |
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That's fine |
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Melatonin and wine |
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We got way too close |
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Way too quickly |
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To hopefulness to which we are both hopelessly addicted |
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I'd say the tree still needs another bell (?) |
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Judgment, don't fail me now |
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It's getting in my dreams |
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It's getting in my dreams |
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It's getting in my dreams |
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And everything is always worse, babe |
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At 4:30 in the morning |
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Blackbird has died |
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Red bird is on the rise (?) |
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Guess this is why |
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I've always both loved and hated |
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The sick gray light of the dawn |
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But your hand is your wand |
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And your landscape is drawn |
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And your chariot awaits |
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Beyond despondency |
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The wheels will cut the earth |
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Your chariot awaits |
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It's getting in my dreams |
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It's a bad shade of green |
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But I don't care what they say, |
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My dreams might say about me |
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I need, I need something beautiful to carry |
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And you're all I care about, babe |
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You're all I care about, babe |
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Your hand is your wand |
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And your landscape is drawn |
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And your chariot awaits |