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Crawling through the minefield |
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We never saw the signs |
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The lightning flashes thunder claps |
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Is it just our dream, Ophelia? |
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Saw the dark clouds rolling |
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Scavengers revolving |
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As we made love on a log in the fog |
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Is it just our dream, Ophelia? |
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There was just a hint of searchlight |
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It illuminates |
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A pair of lonely souls locked together |
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Is it just our dream, Ophelia? |
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Trying hard to hide |
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To melt away but rolling for a gallery of eyes |
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Watching, waiting |
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Is it just our dream, Ophelia? |
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And love is blind |
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It cracks it's stick across our fingers |
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Makes us bleed, it makes us sick |
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Or is it just our dream, Ophelia? |
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Water's boiling but the need is strong and we have to swim |
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Let's find an island, find a log |
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That maybe we'll call home |
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Our home, Ophelia |
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Do you think that we can make it on our own? |
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Our dream, Ophelia |
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Our dream, Ophelia |
