[Words and music by Devin Townsend]
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Once when I was young, I used to dream for hours and hours
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I'd dream a world that wasn't small...
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And I'd travel to a valley where under trees and earth
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I'd set my girl...
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...And I knelt down by her head
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And lay roses in her hair and I kissed her gently...
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But this is what you are
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As the sun sets in my eyes I know...
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I know I know I know I know I know
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And I know this one's the light
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And the worm inside of me
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Is the oldest wound that I've nursed along
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...So don't try to get inside
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These things inside are wrong, things beyond things
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It's sick now
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It's rotten to the core, its eyes bulge and gaze at me...
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...Lovingly...
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And I remember this smell from my dreams except it was sweeter then...
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And even in this room, where I used to lock my secrets
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It's starting to smell just like my friend
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And I told you not to breathe, so now I sit and watch the rain, I know
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I know I know I know I know I know I know I know
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And I know this one's the dark
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And the woman inside of me, is the oldest wound that
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I've nursed along...
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So don't try to get inside
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These things inside are all just things
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Things Beyond Things
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| Devin Townsend |
