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and every night it begins again... asleep in your eyes, oh sweet Evelyne. I lay me down on your throne, no gifts left to bring, my curtains are drawn
and there's a shadow beneath the sun and shadows in the valleys where we run the darkest corners will sing out loud to hear all of heaven's sounds in
deafening to sleep in the sigh of the hollow men. When the blue and the grey and the black and the white return to black again. And it's one misstep, and down
night on a sea of desire but I still believe in you. And for all of these dreams, and for what it's worth, it always comes down to you. And I always believed
eyes.. slip inside your well of souls to drift out with the tides. The writhing, breathing, ragged holes hang like children in my eyes and hold me down
for the last time In the wishing hour, all has come to pass you by... in silent cries for mercy... I knew the verdict as it lay down hard... I knew it
all I am you are all I never see inside the moon... I'm drawing down the moon I'm drawing down the moon
torn in disguise beyond memory, I understand where we will go from here... she's taking me down, we're going down into the believer's doorway staring down
is your skin a nervous wreck whatever shape it's in and this longevity, believe me feels this good and what for you to worry, I wont bring you down...
it seems so hard to find it, the window in the wall is the breathing of rain... This desert land is always this way, it never ceases in the rainspoken