I am becalmed in virtue
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Lost to nothing on a bay of dreams
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Warm weather and a holocaust
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The tears of God flow as I bleed
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Left to die by two good friends
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Abandoned me and put to sleep
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On a shore where oyster beds
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Seem plush as down
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And ripe enough for the luxor dream
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Recall the dream of luxor
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How fluids will arrive
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As if by call or schedule
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Resume through the morning tide
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Where entry is by seaweed gate
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And plan the plan of dreams
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To lose oneself in reverb
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In all that is and all that seems
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So ladies, fish, and gentlemen
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Here's my angled dream
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To see me in the blue sky bag
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And meet me by the sea
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The oyster boys are swimming now
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To claim me back from the dead
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The creatures back from vertigo
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They fear to fall but haven't fell
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Will reclaim tries and try again
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The oyster boys are swimming now
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Hear them chatter on the tide
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Of the lost and language lost
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Hear them chatter on the tide
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We understand, we understand, we understand
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And so do I
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We understand, we understand
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But fright is real
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And so am I
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So ladies, fish, and gentlemen
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Here's my angled dream
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To see me in the blue sky bag
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And meet me by the sea
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The entry to lost vestibule
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Opens on the bay
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An instant shape of mercury
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Lost and then retained
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An instant is an eyelash
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Caught on the tide
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Imaginos!
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Below this bay
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And then besides...
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The oyster boys are swimming now
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One deal is what we made
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Forest keys and whirlwind cold
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Green keys too and keys of gold
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Even locks that won't explode
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When the skies become a scroll
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Having lost its interest
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See that's the deal we made
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Just to join the Oyster Cult
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The Blue Oyster Cult
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We Understand, we understand - Blue Oyster Cult
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Blue Oyster Cult
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Blue Oyster Cult |