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Raindrops fall to cleanse my soul
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The song of whales tear me apart
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My eyes still stray along this shore
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A seagulls` plaint adoring mine
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My tongue too weak to speak a word
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O` was I born to be misunderstood
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Fingers touch, but do not feel
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O` tired seem my restless eyes
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So tired is my smile
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In my endless depth of guilt
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A cripple of my fear
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And the needle serves me well
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Memories now wash ashore
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I feel remains of sympathy
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Imagine the ability
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To gather roses in winter....
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Somebody
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Something
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Welcomed me
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On the other side
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Dank and gentle
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Moist and soft
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Almost like lone
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The needle serves me well
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But whom have I to blame ?
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Just the cripple of my fear
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Just call my disguise
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The needle serves me well
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The needle serves me well
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But whom have I to blame ?
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So tired is my smile
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Was I born to astray
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In my endless depth of guilt ?
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Just a cripple of my fear
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Just call my disguise
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Just almost like love
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And the needle serves me well....
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Eyesolation
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| Diary Of Dreams |
