If often in the still of night
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Thoughts turn out twisted
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Well unwind
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Uncurl and lay the worries of the world
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By any fire you find
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Dreamers only believers in their sleep
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Under achievers take a leap
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Tell her the secrets that you keep
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So close and yet too far out
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Maybe someday you'll hear
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Sweet something's whispered softly
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Into your ear
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To those with afflictions
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Prone to addictions
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To users and to losers
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Doubters and their daughters and sons
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Your Angel will come
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Maybe she's come and gone
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Already lost the one
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What have you done
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You lost the only one
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If you came from something
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And you're headed nowhere
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Out on the run
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Allow this thought to crystallise
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It is better in the long run
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To never get there
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And let the journey decide
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In all this doom and this gloom
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And pessimistical visions
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Came all condemned men
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All fatalists in metaphysical fear
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How could love be here
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To those with afflictions
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Prone to addictions
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To users and losers
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Doubters and their daughters and sons
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Your Angel will come
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And to those with intentions
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In all three dimensions
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To jokers and to the joke
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Doubters and their daughters and sons
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(maybe you've found the one)
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Maybe she's come and gone
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The Only Ones
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| Moloko |
