You held out and hurt yourself again did i not make it clear
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to look around my selfish queer with unlit eyes and average
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dope you're in the dream room all alone
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I have seen you before,
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holding out here in the deep end my beautiful deep end with all and odd
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You yell out and touch the sound so overwhelmed by simple things
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you tend to fear the time is now for ease and thought to come around
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and let you know you're in the dream room letting go
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Wake up and drown don't swim, breathe or float away
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I'm sorry but I might have made it sweet in the gold drunken sunset
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where we'd lose our heads another time or close our eyes just right
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and try to imagine we're miles away at peace out in the open
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To precious hands holding tongues hard maybe one good word
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would tell us something whole and small.
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My Beautiful Deep End
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I Mother Earth |