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                                                              ­ real .... (?)             fantasy ... (?)


(------ you ... (?)               me ... (?) ------ )                                            
                    

are we ever really gonna love at all ?

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You are love ..... ( oh yeah )
you are lovely                         .....................

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are we ever really gonna love at all ?

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in the middle of the afternoon the song starts drifting

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Free men .... Come

stand

Stand like you will be the One

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Out upon the waters

Ships are sailing

Out towards the setting sun

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the dying children cry out loud

we aren't listening

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The holy mother now is nothing more

That a bent and beat up Tarot Card

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In our poems we cite her name

But she is dead and we take no blame

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We are the broken barren brood

Of the drifter and the goddess dream

The police men come  took them away

Left us here to do no good

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Drifting

Lone song sung in the afternoon

Forgotten in the howling wind

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Out on the water

Ships are sailing

Towards the setting sun

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Waiting for the Warrior to take a stand

Waiting for you to finally come