(Banks)
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Was it summer when the river ran dry,
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Or was it just another dam.
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When the evil of a snowflake in June
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Could still be a source of relief.
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O how I love you, I once cried long ago,
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But I was the one who decided to go.
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To search beyond the final crest,
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Though I'd heard it said just birds could dwell so high.
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So I pretended to have wings for my arms
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And took off in the air.
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I flew to places which the clouds never see,
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Too close to the deserts of sand,
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Where a thousand mirages, the shepherds of lies
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Forced me to land and take a disguise.
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I would welcome a horse's kick to send me back
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If I could find a horse not made of sand.
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If this desert's all there'll ever be
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Then tell me what becomes of me.
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A fall of rain?
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That must have been another of your dreams,
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A dream of mad man moon.
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Hey man,
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I'm the sand man.
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And boy have I news for you;
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They're gonna throw you in gaol
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And you know they can't fail
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'Cos sand is thicker than blood.
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But a prison in sand
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Is a haven in hell,
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For a gaol can give you a goal
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[and a] goal can find you a role
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On a muddy pitch in Newcastle,
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Where it rains so much
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You can't wait for a touch
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Of sun and sand, sun and sand...
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Within the valley of shadowless death
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They pray for thunderclouds and rain,
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But to the multitude who stand in the rain
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Heaven is where the sun shines.
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The grass will be greener till the stems turn to brown
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And thoughts will fly higher till the earth brings them down.
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Forever caught in desert lands one has to learn
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To disbelieve the sea.
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If this desert's all there'll ever be
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Then tell me what becomes of me.
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A fall of rain?
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That must have been another of your dreams,
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A dream of mad man moon.
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Mad Man Moon
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Genesis |