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The world is burning down
Can’t you smell the smoke in the air?
War, disease and famine
This demon, she is everywhere
Poets and preachers and politicians
They’ve all had their say
And we’ve got 10,000 years
Devoted to nothing
But tommorow and yesterday
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this is not helping me at all
what you are doing here
in the name of god and love
it’s the distribution of fear
pyramids healing wires analysts with fame
I haven’t got your degree
and I forgot your name
pick me up and put me on the ground
set me up and spin... . |
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naked lovers feel the blood beneath their
veins
electric nerves communicate
with tiny explosions through our brains
who is this energy that never left or
came?
give rise to passion the only glory
of this human story
I give my heart and soul to the one
we spend all... . |
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It came without warning
A love like I ain’t ever felt before
She’s like my destiny calling
And she’s lying there all naked on the floor
And suddenly, out of the blue she’s singin
Oh, baby, let my lovin’ ease your pain
Bring your burnin’ skin... . |
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In the east they can meditate
They can recreate the sound of all and bring us home
I think I’ll go there some day
Maybe for a holiday
Maybe just light a candle, take a seat for the ride
And you don’t need no money to fly, to truly fly away (recreate the sound of
All)
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Optimism,
Optimism perished from the face of my earth
And then you came along, came along and swept me away,
She kissed me, as we stood on the edge,
The night made the day as we made for the bridge
It started raining hard, and I saw we may live to regret
No I never really understood
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The way you’re bathed in light
Reminds me of that night
God layed me down into your rose
Garden of trust
And I was swept away
With nothing left to say
Some helpless fool yet I was lost
In a swoon of peace
You’re all I need to find.
So when the time is right.
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let him come into the city
let him find his lucky penny
let him put it in his pocket and shake it all around
I’ve been to pretty buildings, all in search of you
I have lit all the candles, sat in all the pews
the desert had been done before, but I didn’t even care
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when all that’s left to do
is reflect on what’s been done
this is where sadness breaths
the sadness of everyone
just like when the guys built the
dam at otter creek and all the
water backed up
deep enough to dive
we took the dead man in sheets
to the river... . |
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If I dtold you he was your brother
We could reminisce
Then you would go about your day
If I said you ought togive him
Some of your water
You’d shake your canteen and walk away
The perception taht divides you from him
Is a lie
For some reason you never asked why
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