Sometimes
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I feel like I want to live
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Far from the metropolis
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Just walk through that door
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Sometimes
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I feel like I want to fly
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Reach out to the painted sky
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A prisoner to the wind
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A bird on the wing
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Sometimes
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I feel the ocean in my blood
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See rain from the sky above
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Her salt brined tears
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And now
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Those tears leave taste on my tongue
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Like the warm rush you get from
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Black opium
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Black opium
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Sometimes
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I feel like I want to leave
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Behind all these memories
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And walk through that door
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Outside
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The black night calls my name
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But all roads look the same
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They lead nowhere
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They lead nowhere
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Opium
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| Dead Can Dance |
