| When the piper calls
| Water drenched people
| take me in from the rain
| to a warm kind of heaven
| where it's shining again
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| I've seen some faces
| some old and some grey
| but just like water
| I let them slip away
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| And if I tumble
| and if I tumble
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| When morning comes
| I harvest my thoughts
| they spread like plague
| I hear them call
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| The bread in our mouths
| the dirt on our hands
| when she calls
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| And if I tumble
| and if I tumble
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| I found a silent dream
| and heald it for a day
| but just like water
| I let it slip away
|
| When morning comes
| I harvest my thoughts
| they spread like plague
| I hear them call
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