Looking down on empty streets all she can see
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Are the dreams all made solid
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Are the dreams all made real
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All of the building, all of those cars
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Were once just a dream
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In somebody's head
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She pictures the broken glass, she pictures the steam
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She pictures a soul
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With no leak at the steam
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Let's take the boat out
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Wait until darkness
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Let's take the boat out
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Wait until darkness come
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Nowhere in the corridors of pale green and grey
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Nowhere in the suburbs
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In the cold light of day
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There in the midst of it so alive and alone
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Words support like bone
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Dreaming of Mercy Street
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Wear your inside out
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Looking for mercy
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In your daddy's arms again
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Dreaming of Mercy Street
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Swear they move that sign
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Looking for mercy
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In your daddy's arms
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Pulling out the papers from drawers that slide smooth
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Tugging at the darkness, word upon word
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Confessing all the secret things in the warm velvet box
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To the priest, he's the doctor
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He can handle the shocks
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Dreaming of the tenderness, the tremble in the hips
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Of kissing Mary's lips
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Dreaming of Mercy Street
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Wear your inside out
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Looking for mercy
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In your daddy's arms again
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Dreaming of Mercy Street
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Swear they move that sign
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Looking for mercy
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In your daddy's arms
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Mercy Street
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| Fever Ray |
