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Thick as blood in the pouring rain
Time stood still, and the name's the same
Nowhere onion rolling slow
Towering smokestack covered with snow
A lie lights my heart
The truth would fall apart
Golden swans on the desert
Recite golden lies
Moonlight glows on the oily sand
The echoing know, and the slapping hand
Sometimes slip; all times hide
The giant spiders are heavenly spies
A lie lights my heart
Truth would fall apart
Golden swans on the desert
Recite golden lies
Here I've found, there's a hare in this town
Natural big top; man made clowns
Nowhere onion rolling slow
Towering smokestack covered with snow
A lie lights my heart
Truth would fall apart
Golden swans on the desert
Recite golden lies
Golden swans on the desert
Recite golden lies
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Where we're going I don't know
I've seen that rainbow before
And I've seen that pot of gold shine
Where we're headed I don't care
I don't care also that's not fair
I guess dreaming has a dusty line
And it seems the sweetest things are hidden in the fire
Just like snow settles on barbed wire
And we find our troubles no matter where we are
Just like snow settles on barbed wire
I can see it in my mind
It's snowing hard not far behind
Where we were and where we'll be in time
Let's go nowhere that sounds fine
As I've got nowhere on my mind
Doing anything at all would be a crime
And it seems the sweetest things are hidden in the fire
Just like snow settles on barbed wire
And we find our troubles no matter where we are
Just like snow settles on barbed wire
And it seems the sweetest things are hidden in the fire
Just like snow settles on barbed wire
And we find our troubles no matter where we are
Just like snow settles on barbed wire
Just like snow
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Sometimes, clear as fire
There is nothing out of sight
Sometimes, only shadows
Washed out pictures, cloudy nights
What a beautiful weapon you got in your eyes
You hold the flower that never unfolds
I love you, I love you; the rest is a lie
What a beautiful weapon you got in your eyes
Seasons fall through time
Changing landscapes in my mind
Reasons, like birds, chime
Plains and mountains undefined
What a beautiful weapon you got in your eyes
You hold the flower that never unfolds
I love you, I love you; the rest is a lie
What a beautiful weapon you got in your eyes
What a beautiful weapon you got in your eyes
You hold the flower that never unfolds
I love you, I love you; the rest is a lie
What a beautiful weapon you got in your eyes
I love you, I love you; the rest is a lie
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This box of limes is burning cold
Come all these moonbeams, burning down my door
These dirty rhymes are on a roll
That's not what it seems
Crawling across your floor
Fading stars in the purple orange night
Growing dreams of roses blue and white
This toothpick, Baby, is burning wax
Pigs on a postcard are playing jacks
They play for nothing, no looking back
That's not what it seems
Crawling through the cracks
Fading stars in the purple orange night
Growing dreams of roses blue and white
This box of limes is burning cold
Come all these moonbeams, further to be sold
These dirty rhymes are chewing glass
That's not what it seems
Coming over the pass
Fading stars in the purple orange night
Growing dreams of roses blue and white
Fading stars in the purple orange night
Growing dreams of roses blue and white
This box of limes is burning cold
This box of limes
This box of limes is burning cold
These dirty rhymes are chewing glass
That's not what it seems
Coming over the pass
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You want me to stay
Don't want me to go, just fade away
Now just for a day
Don't want me to go. I feel like
Lightning for the trees
To keep away the cold
And pray for your heart
To melt away the gold
Now just in my way
I'll never know, and i'll never say
Deep under the ground
Whatever loves, waits to be found
Lightning for the trees
To keep away the cold
And pray for your heart
To melt away the gold
Lightning for the trees
To keep away the cold
And pray for your heart
To melt away the gold
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We can talk 'bout the weather
Or the skeletons of the past
We can paint a chequered future
Same old windows, brand new glass
Here comes my precious
Here comes the spark that lights the sun
Here comes forever
My precious one
When I'm busy doing nothing
It's a childhood dream come true
Inside I'm busy thinking
Of the good things that I'll do
Here comes my precious
Here comes the spark that lights the sun
Here comes forever
My precious one
This song is bound to wander on
On and On
This song could never be to long
No stopping, I'm guessing
Here comes my precious
Here comes the spark that lights the sun
Here comes forever
My precious one
Here comes my precious
Here comes the spark that lights the sun
Here comes forever
My precious one
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Running all around
Looking at the things
That I seem to see
That are filling me with wonder
And the other day
When you were just a flower
And there was a snowstorm
Right inside the bedroom
I became a bee
You became a scarecrow
And we had some trouble
'Cause we took a light bulb
Tried to turn it on
To eliminate the clouds
But it took the darkness
And it made it double
I looked up in the sun
'Cause I thought I saw a light there
Up in the air
I know it was a rose
Still it was a nightmare
Up in the air
Platinum rings
Spinning in search
Shadows on a sandpaper wall
In a dust storm
And I got a mothball
Hanging from a candlewick
And a pair of capsize
And I got a nightstick
Everywhere I look
I think I see a shadow
Everywhere I step
Is looking like dumb luck
If I had a wish
I'd wish I was a caveman
So I could fly like a goldfish in quicksand
I looked up in the sun
'Cause I thought I saw a light there
Up in the air
I know it was a rose
Still it was a nightmare
Up in the air
Little black tinman
A fist full of powder
Melting like a sugartree
Standing in a rainstorm
If I had a lie
I'd give it wings
And if I had a wish
I'd wish for everything
I looked up in the sun
'Cause I thought I saw a light there
Up in the air
I know it was a rose
Still it was a nightmare
Up in the air
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I'm so far from home
It seems like yesterday
I started to roam
I'll be back round again
When I can't stay too long
I'll be there just in time to tell you
That I'm moving on
They say that somewhere
Sun always shines
And out in the river
Casting their lines
They're not catching nothing
But they stay there all day
And the water beneath them
Is rolling away
I'm so far from home
It seems like yesterday
I started to roam
I'll be back round again
When I can't stay too long
I'll be there just in time to tell you
That I'm moving on
It's cold in the mountains'
Rivers and streams
And the sparkling city
Will swallow your dreams
And the beautiful desert
Is too hot to go on
And the cold running water
Is just a mirage
I'm so far from home
It seems like yesterday
I started to roam
I'll be back round again
When I can't stay too long
I'll be there just in time to tell you
That I'm moving on
I'll be there just in time to tell you
That I'm moving on
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Orange skin and pearls
Empty bottles filled with worlds
Twenty minute war
Crystal in the cattle store
Kiss the Birdie's wing
Happiness will make it sing
Listen and be told
Wind and time are now controlled
In bone
There is a marketplace
They can do anything
That's known
At home
All of the human race
know that their dreams are made
In bone
Dirty liquor talks
Everything has turned to chalk
Doubt that this was for
Doubt that this was ever more
In bone
There is a marketplace
They can do anything
That's known
At home
All of the human race
know that their dreams are made
In bone
Dirty liquor talks
Everything has turned to chalk
Doubt that this was for
Doubt that this was ever more
In bone
There is a marketplace
They can do anything
That's known
At home
All of the human race
know that their dreams are made
In bone
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Here comes the rain
Falling all over
And soaking
All the ground
Here comes the rain
Starting all over
Living circles
Running 'round, 'round, 'round
Here comes the rain
Hope's a red neon cross suspended
In a lonely southern sky
Dim light shines for the faithful
But most people walk on by
Here comes the rain
Falling all over
And soaking
All the ground
Here comes the rain
Starting all over
Living circles
Running 'round, 'round, 'round
Here comes the rain
Dreams are stained
Raining through your memories
By the tears from your eyes
In the loneliness
Hear the thunder
Nothing nowhere
We'll stay dry
Here comes the rain
Falling all over
And soaking
All the ground
Here comes the rain
Starting all over
Living circles
Running 'round, 'round, 'round
Here comes the rain
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