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Consider waking here in the heart of all the troubles |
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Where blood runs like wine |
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In the rhythm of this city, man, he knows no pity |
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Just live and work and die |
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There's the boy who sells his dreams to buy a little time |
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He's the boy who sells his pearl-ragged dreams |
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In a land that breaks your heart with its bullets and its guns |
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In a land that breaks your pearl-ragged dreams |
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Oh these, they are my people, and this is all I know |
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The longer this goes on, my friend, the stronger I will grow |
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Oh these, they are my people, and this is all I know |
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The longer this goes on, my friend, the stronger I will grow |
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A raven circles high in a tapestry of blue |
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Swirling 'round and 'round |
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Its eyes glint like diamonds as if it knows the reasons |
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Of something I should know |
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And I would sell my dreams just to buy a little time |
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Searching for the refuge of unknown |
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'Cause this place would hold you down like a fever in your veins |
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And you would sell your pearl-ragged dreams |
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Oh these, they are my people, and this is all I know |
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The longer this goes on, my friend, the stronger I will grow |
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Oh these, they are my people, and this is all I know |
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The longer this goes on, my friend, the stronger I will grow |
