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so you sit in your chair and you brandish your gun
and i tiptoe away cause i'm too scared to run
and my mouth is ajar and my feet weigh a ton
i got holes in my shoes
you don't need anyone
as i drift through the day i hear so many lies
from the news to the train everyone's hypnotized
and a banner of hopeless entanglement flies
i got sand in my teeth
i got tears in my eyes
life is but a dream
love is all i need
how can i believe?
still you sit in your chair and you brandish your gun
and there's nowhere to hide and there's nowhere to run
and i won't be the same anymore to anyone
but i want to go home
won't you take me away?
love is all i need
how can i believe?
love is but a dream
life is all i need
i can hardly see
life is but a dream
love is all i need
how can i believe?
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no need to beg
no need to pray
all that you have falls away
in the face of one more snowy day
sight for the blind
sight for the seen
caught in the midst of a dream
are you holding on to what you've been to me
i watched you go, alone
no one to love, at home
i can hear you now
in the traffic sounds
it's silent underground
no need to beg
no need to pray
all that you have falls away
in the face of one more snowy day
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One Who Cries
03:20
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heard a laughing child in the valley wild
singing words under rainy weather
so i wrote them down for you who've yet to be born
all the diamond rings, all the easy things
won't be with you to last forever
may your inner ghost love and prune you with scorn
for the one who cries
is the one who says there's more than we can say
though it's dark and cold
i believe i'd like to live another day
for the one who cries
devil's talking now says remember how
i turned pain into all your pleasure
may you never look directly into my lies
but the night then ran and the day began
and you wake to the face of your lover
and you disappear into the sea of her eyes
for the one who cries
is the one who says there's more than we can say
though it's dark and cold
i believe i'd like to live another day
for the one who cries
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Miracle Worker
01:48
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when the miracle worker can open up his eyes
he sees the truth and lies in their disguises
makes no difference if you laugh or criticize
when he's holding his breath
though he cannot remember the dark and dirty past
he keeps his broken bones in a cast
takes what he wants and needs from that which lasts
as he holds his breath
she was beautiful she never ceased to understand
she held his problems safely in her hands
but he could not speak his mind as he had planned
cause he was holding his breath
now the miracle worker is somewhere very cold
all that once glittered wasn't really gold
now he can't tell if he's young or if he's old
cause he's holding his breath
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Used To Be Somebody
03:59
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i fell into the trap
of thinking that i know more than i know
"you're wiser now," they said
but then i went and took it to my head
i used to be somebody
but now i'm on the brink
i'll have another cigarette
and fix myself a drink
i'm running from the places that are present in my dreams
it's hard to find a way to go when nothing's as it seems
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