| At first there was this dream, a returning wave of yesterdays
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| Remember where you come from, and I was in love
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| This world felt so real, now all come undone
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| Suffocating acid dreams enter now into me
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| Beneath an ocean of stars, a shining silver shelter awaits for you
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| Grand razor that speaks told you all of time’s desolation
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| Feel the steppenwolf grow inside, stronger through the days of gray
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| You’re becoming as whole to find out who you truly are
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| Together we’ll enter the house of all love
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| Dark memories can’t breathe at the end of all roads
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| Come back to us soon, multiverse has missed you so
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| The poets they all cry, write about you every day and night
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| Oh won’t you come home, even I have missed you so
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| You know flesh is grass, where have you been
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| Turning tides of life may leave you wander on empty shores
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| The water’s will flow once again in a ceaseless roar for evermore
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| Only the lonely know, all love has been ridden with despair
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| A poison of god some may say, but you don’t believe in yesterdays
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| On Virgin Grounds I saw your face again
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| Our reflection in time or a promise of forever
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| On Virgin Grounds we were as one again
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| The eyes of my queen shine your grace on me
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| Goodbye Virgin Grounds I’ve lived inside your house
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| Forever and ever again, I will always come back to you
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| On Virgin Grounds the air was full of love
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| For a moment I saw deep into yesterday’s heart
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| Deliver me to grounds beyond
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| A traveling man, a traveling woman
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| Whomever they may be you show your face
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| Like the weight of mountains old you take away the cold
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| And the secret gold of starling becomes worthless on its own
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| You give eternity in exchange of your true selves
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| The great work in all your lives should be love
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| Your winds bring forth the hallucinations
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| Empty are my words, my mind decays
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| Psychic haze exploding through my veins
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| Spiral tunnel becomes a raging cosmic sea
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| Within its horizon the primal eyes of fire
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| Death will tell me, Death will touch me
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| I have often puzzled and puzzled
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| About what it must be like, to go to sleep and never wake up
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| To be, simply not there, forever and ever
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| After all one has some, intimation of this
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| By the interval that separates going to sleep from waking
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| When we don’t have any dreams but go to sleep
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| Then suddenly we’re there again
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| And in the interim, you are nothing
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| And if, there was never any end to that interval
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| If waking up didn’t happen
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| That’s such a curious thought
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| And yet, you know, I believe
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| Although that’s rather gloomy, kind of consideration
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| I’ve found that is one of the most creative thoughts
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| I have ever thought in my life
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| And I keep going back to it
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| Death is not the end of conciousness
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| Goodbye Virgin Grounds — Virgin Grounds I see you
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| Picture yourself before the dream into the arms of the queen
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| It might be your mind that has bend
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| Whatever it is I will send a kiss
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| Goodbye to virgin grounds so sweet
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| Forever remain within my psyche deep
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| Goodbye to Virgin Grounds / Forever in my heart
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| And to all my friends / Death is not the end
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| My heart goes everywhere / I hope to see you there
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| Come love me again / And may the dream come true
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| Within my acid dreams / The Virgin Grounds I see
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| Oh it’s a grove so green / Where grew the white horses bean
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| Will I see you there / My heart goes everywhere
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| Until the death of self / I believe in you |