If often in the still of night Thoughts turn out twisted Well unwind Uncurl and lay the worries of the world By any fire you find Dreamers only believers in their sleep Under archievers take a leap Tell her the secrets that you keep So close and yet too far out Maybe someday you'll hear Sweet somethings whispered softly Into your ear To those with afflictions Prone to addictions To users and to losers Doubters and their daughters and sons Your angel will come Maybe she's come and gone Already lost the one What have you done You lost the only one If you came from something And you're headed nowhere Out on the run Allow this thought to crystallise It is better in the long run To never get there And let the journey decide In all this doom and this gloom And pessimistical visions Came all condemned men All fatalists in metaphysical fear How could love be here To those with afflictions Prone to addictions To users and losers Doubters and their daughters and sons Your angel will come And to those with intentions In all three dimensions To jokers and to the joke Doubters and their daughters and sons (maybe you've found the one)
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