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Spring comes like a kiss upon the mouth |
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Soft and sweet with all the power of the earth behind |
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Broken fever and soaking sheets |
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Twisted round our bodies in the cool of the morning |
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Turning the cards over one by one |
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I see the faces staring back from across the ages |
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And everything tastes so strong, so strong |
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But you could never sense because |
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According to you |
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There isn't anything left to believe in |
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because you never could see |
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That there is everything that we are receiving |
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We joined the battle between right and wrong |
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When we were all so young and certain |
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And now we pass the passions on |
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In the broken light streaming through the shredded curtain |
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They bring you scapegoats to sacrifice |
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Anything or anybody just to nail your pain to |
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They bring you promises you know are lies |
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So you feel betrayed in everything that you cling to so |
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According to you |
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There isn't anything left to believe in |
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because you never could see |
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That there is everything that we are receiving |
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Come back to us all |
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Where there is everything that we are receiving |
