(J. Buckley/M. Grondahl/M. Johnson)
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There is a child sleeping near his twin
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The pictures go wild in a rush of wind
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That dark angel he is shuffling in
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Watching over them with his black feather wings unfurled
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The love you lost with her skin so fair
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Is free with the wind in her butterscotch hair
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Her green eyes blew goodbyes
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With her head in her hands
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and your kiss on the lips of another
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Dream Brother with your tears scattered round the world.
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Don't be like the one who made me so old
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Don't be like the one who left behind his name
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'Cause they're waiting for you like I waited for mine
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And nobody ever came...
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Don't be like the one who made me so old
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Don't be like the one who left behind his name
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'Cause they're waiting for you like I waited for mine
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And nobody ever came...
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Don't be like the one who made me so old
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Don't be like the one who left behind his name
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'Cause they're waiting for you like I waited for mine
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Nobody ever came
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Nobody ever...
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I feel afraid and I call your name
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I love your voice and your dance insane
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I hear your words and I know your pain
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With your head in your hands and her kiss on the lips of another
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Your eyes to the ground and the world spinning round forever
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Asleep in the sand with the ocean washing over
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Dream Brother (live from the Bataclan)
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Jeff Buckley |