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Borrow my imagination for a little while. |
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How can I comfort you? |
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You say you like it this way. |
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Night or day - it's the same to you. |
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Until that day |
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I plant mercury globeflowers in my garden and until that night your beams make the flowers explode and spread your seeds. |
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Comfort? Yeah like putting plasters on a limb consumed by leprosy. |
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Comfort? Yeah like sticking the head in the sand. |
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I conjured a miserable creature for you. |
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A restless moonling always on the move. |
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It founded its own nomadic state - |
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Translunaria. |
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The moonling can never be seen from earth. |
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Braiding moonbeams. |
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How can I comfort you? |
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You like it this way, don't you? |
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Slowly revolving a white horizon round your axis. |
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Your magnetism is so week, you can hardly keep the ivory tower |
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I conjured for you. |
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How can I...? |
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You say you don't want it. |
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You say you don't need it. |
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How can I...? |
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You don't care at all, do you? |