Sleeping with his arms 'round the hips of fate,
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and his tears scattered 'round the world.
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Angels don't give him these dreams
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and my cold black visions.
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Show him his babies in a helpless state of never knowing fully his voice,
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never knowing what it is to be, his children.
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Dream brother with his eyes to the burning sun.
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Don't be like the one who made me so old,
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don't be like the one who left behind his name
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'cause they're waiting for you like i waited for mine
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and nobody ever came. (x3)
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Dream Brother (Alternate Take)
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| Jeff Buckley |
