If the silence doesn't kill you then an illusion will
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You're starin' at the sky
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But the moon isn't gonna pay our bills
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And we're laughin' 'bout it loud
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But oh you know it ain't no joke
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See them cake the roads with glitter
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Trade your dreams for smoke
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There's teardrops in the treetops
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The wind is whistling through the mountain's teeth
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A song for every wounded dove
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And we're out further than the razor's edge
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Going down down to the roots of love
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And its rainin' in my kitchen
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A storm in my front room
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The instructions don't say nothing
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Just desire consume
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And the stars are falling right into my eye
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Might be built out of stand
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But maybe baby it's paradise
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There's teardrops in the treetops
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The wind is whistling through the mountain's teeth
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A song for every wounded dove
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And we're out further than the razor's edge
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Going down down to the roots
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Going down down to the roots
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Going down down to the roots of love na na na na...
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Roots Of Love
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David Gray |