| Hush, may I ask you all for silence?
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| The dreamer is still asleep
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| May the goddess keep us from single visions
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| And beauty sleep
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| The dreamer is still asleep
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| The dreamer is still asleep
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| He’s inventing landscapes in their magnetic fields
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| Working out a means of escape, he says
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| We’ll cut across the crop circles
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| The seer says no
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| There’s not much time left for these escape attempts
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| Look at it this way
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| In ten years' time
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| Who’ll even remember? |
| Who’ll care?
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| Who’ll even remember? |
| Who’ll care?
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| One dies like that, deep within it
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| Almost inside it
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| It’s there for a reason
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| I’ll cut out my old address
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| Attack the little book
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| To tear and cut the paper
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| To care and touch the paper
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| The beginning is also the end
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| Time defines it, time unwinds it
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| It will end
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| Like close friendships
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| Nothing could be further
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| We forget the space between people and places
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| Is empty
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| We forget, and don’t notice the loss
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| And don’t notice the loss (repeated)
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| Crossing into venerable degenerations
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| Such radiant pollution
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| The god with the silver hand surveys this vast,
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| Surveys these vast contaminations
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| In the heart of your heart
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| Your eye remains
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| Is the hurt you? |
| Is the blister you call loveless?
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| Your whole life is a cold slow shock
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| Your whole life is a cold slow shock
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| Take time
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| Take a little time
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| To track the shabby shadow down
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| The pissy mists of history
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| Down the pissy mists of history
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| Take a little time
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| To track the shabby shadows down
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| The pissy mists of history
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| The dreamer is still dreaming
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| The dreamer is still dreaming
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| Hush; |
| may I ask you all for silence?
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| The dreamer is still asleep
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| May I ask you all for silence?
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| The dreamer is still dreaming (repeated)
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| The dreamer is still asleep |