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I feel like I've been the finest fool
Hanging on by my fingertips
The ground gives way beneath my feet
A black cloud descends
I lose my grip
Buried in the mud
Lying here with no relief
The world I've known is paper thin
Torn in shreds my finest hour
A drowning man still battling
One breath rattle gathering
Dust is dust, clean me now
All my strings are gutted
Turn it down
In the paralytic nursery of bygone fears
My old adversary reappears
Still confronted by the many faces of Eve
No matter how I try to heal this injury
Still the trophies line up on the wall
Pride that comes before a fall
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An open coast, an open road
Spirit rising, burning gold
I'll take you to the caverns
Where the gypsies go
They're dancing through the firelight
Whirling fast and slow
It's a cry from the heart
it's a crying soul
Nothing imagined need ever be lost
Going from dust to dust
We're running and hiding
Like wolves from a pack
You'll hear the waves crashing
Never turning back
It's a cry from the heart
It's a crying soul
Nothing imagined need ever be lost
Going from dust to dust
It's a cry from the heart
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Sugarplum fairies on parade
The smiling dolls wield the sharpest blade
Candyfloss pink the sequins whirl
Beneath a serpent ready to uncurl
A dealer playing with my state of mind
Roulette wheel the colours were entwined
Black and white Russians were prepared
She staked her claim to the lions share
Dressed in velvet in the limelight
She beckoned me from marble stairs
Long ago with all the dreamers
I fell into her emerald spell
A thousand silver songs that filled the air
Rosary the worry beads of care
I should have understood
the queen of hearts
Played to win right from the start
Dressed in velvet in the limelight
She beckoned me from marble stairs
Long ago with all the dreamers
I fell into her emerald spell
The dice were loaded, knew I was ensnared
Fingers turned to talons in my hair
A rusted door inside a golden cage
A broken chord, a bird that flew away
Dressed in velvet in the limelight
She beckoned me from marble stairs
Long ago with all the dreamers
I fell into her emerald spell
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Breathing in and out with tide
Leaving the mantra of a world outside
Faces bathed by moonbeams
All the sleepers send you their dreams
Rising from a wave of helping hands
A woman holds a statue till he becomes a man
Captured in her eyes he's finally complete
All the sleepers send you their dreams
Night terrors make you scream
Dogs turned reptiles halloween
Lizards and birds, claws in your feet
Can't shake off all the demons you meet
Surveillance camera in the sky
Big big brother telling you why
Too many saviours on my cross
Might as well worship the Wizards of Oz
Turning your dream around
Taking the reins again
Running through the flames
Sun shining out of the rain
Taking a leap of faith
Jumping into space
Find an unknown place
The moon's other face
All the sleepers send you their dreams
All the sleepers send you their dreams
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Lady of the mansion
She gave me her key
But your cotton print dress
Worked its magic on me
Still waters run deep
Smoke rising from beneath
White lightning in the heat
Voodoo queen weaved
Her charms for free
But you big brown eyes
Worked their magic on me
Still waters run deep
Smoke rising from beneath
White lightning in the heat
Storyville ladies
Invited me from the street
But your shy southern smile
Worked its magic on me
Still waters run deep
Smoke rising from beneath
White lightning in the heat
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Your two eyes like minarets
Rise in twin pools of white
The incandescent fires of spring
Radiant against the vault of night
On the last train to Istanbul
Journey to the heart, dancers on thin ice
Lantern moon, a magic carpet ride
Soulscapes, island nights
In your eyes an afterlife
On the last train to Istanbul
Curling smoke becomes the djinn
Lovers wish for everything
Temple pillars builts on clouds
In your sleep awaking now
On the last train to Istanbul
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