Don't you feel so very pointless in the feelin' of the rain
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and the violence of the sun?
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I must confess that I feel graciously bigger than the rain
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and hotter than the sun
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What do you do, what do you say
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when the blood you've spilled is of your loved one
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And the kremlins of the world fall all around you?
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We deal in dreams
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We deal in dreams
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We deal in structures that grow cold in our hearts
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Oh fearful crying people
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The fool is by the river, watching but not swimming
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It takes energy not to get used to it
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and fall into this place
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Where everything runs together and dies
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This quiet kingdom, she is now
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and forever will she be
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in silent celebration
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We deal in dreams
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We deal in dreams
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We deal in structures that grow cold in our hearts
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We Deal In Dreams
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| Live |
