Flung wide
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The salutations
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the deep curse
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And the shutters close
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A spring house in the making
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On good earth of momented souls in my soul
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And fears I don¡¯t know
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I hear there is a march we should go
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Lost on this road are there any real Sundays to find
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Unbound on the rising
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The pell mell the of miser kings
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As you saw what I'm seeing
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Oh you'd thaw from the fires
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There pace in your game
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And wake in your straights
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I ache from the center out
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Lost on this road are there any real Sundays to find?
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Lost on this road are there any real souls
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Don¡¯t hear what I hear
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Don¡¯t see what I see
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Don¡¯t leave what I must leave behind
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Lost on this road are there any real Sundays to find?
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This stop I am hunger
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The deep well of a stranger held
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And this heart of a lonely hunter now
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I'm lost on this road
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Are there any real Sundays to find
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I'm lost on this road
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Are there any real souls?
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Are there any real souls to find?
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Are there any real souls to find?
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Zeitgeist
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Smashing Pumpkins |