I venture into a dreamland where I am living on the edge
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Where I am living, I am living, I am living right on the edge
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And where I am the chameleon
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And so I am the moonfaced flower child
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I am the moonfaced flower child I am
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So take me to the courtyard made of water
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And make your point by pointing out the letters in the stars
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Sister, show me Cassiopeia
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I venture into a dreamland where I am playing a glass guitar
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And there’s a raver by the pear tree at the far end of the courtyard
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By the well
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I sing the old songs to the dogs
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And I’m afraid that they can see right through me
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I’ll prove how much I love you with this handstand
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I can breathe under the water, I can hear your muffled laughter
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I can feel you coming through the walls
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And when we ran
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We ran through the rain
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You took me up the stairwell and back down again
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I was lying around with chameleons—I was hanging around with bitches
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I heard that there’s a war on and I’m sure that they’re not with us
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No no no no no…
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I was hanging out in the tower
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The tower overlooked the sea
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I saw him check the girl for fever
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By pushing all his fingers through her skin
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He’s just reading her mind…
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I venture into a dreamland where I can say this and you’ll believe
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I’ve been here before…
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And I know your face from the last time I dreamt I was losing control
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I was lying around with chameleons—I was hanging around with bitches
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I heard that there’s a war on and I’m sure that they’re not with us
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No no no no no…
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All through the sky all
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Over the ground
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I was looking for you
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When the rain came down
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It’s on the rise
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I was flying in a spiral down
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I was trying to find a good way to hit the ground
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All through the sky all
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Over the ground
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I was looking for you
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You were dipping in the water
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Like a beauty
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Did you think about your man out in the whirlpool sea?
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Above the dirty harbor water
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Half a mile from the shore
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A cannon fell out of the sky
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Now it sits upon the dirty ocean floor
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The girls, all ready in their swimsuits
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They are sitting on the pier
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I will swim to them like a fish
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I have ridden on these waves
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I will be there in no time at all…
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I have ridden on these waves
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I have crashed into the shore
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I have rolled along the dirty ocean floor
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In the dirty harbor water
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Half a mile from the shore
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I hear the feedback from the drum
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I hear a voice say that it hates my heart
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I was hanging out in the tower
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The tower overlooked the sea
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I saw him blowing on a horn to serenade his woman
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He was pushing out the air with his machine
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He’s just reading her mind…
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I saw him push his fingers through her skin
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I venture into a dreamland where the waves have come alive
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And I watch them chase the people down the beach
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But they are bound to the water
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Like creatures on a leash
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I have ridden on these waves
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I have crashed into the shore
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I have rolled along the floor
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I will be there in no time at all…
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I have ridden on these waves
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I have crashed into the shore
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I have rolled along the dirty ocean floor
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And I have been here before…
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I know your face from the last time I dreamt I was losing control
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I’ve been lying around with chameleons—I've been hanging around with bitches
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I heard that there’s a war on and I’m sure that they’re not with us
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No no no no no…
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I venture into a dreamland where I have raced upon the water
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Once against a girl and once against my father
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The waves will angle into hills of icy mountains
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And we will run our boats upon the glass
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I venture into a dreamland of hidden orchards and dark black trees
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The branches are shown to me for my inspection
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I will chop them down, to pay off the hit-man
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But we have to wait, man, till all the black animals are gone
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There are two houses on the mountain
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I put my hand into the fire—I don’t know who lit the fire
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But I’d like to keep the small house for myself
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Where I am the chameleon and so I am the moonfaced flower child
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I am the moonfaced flower child I am
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I venture into a dreamland, where I am living on the edge
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Where I am living, I am living, I am living right on the edge
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The courtyard and the café are black
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I am wearing 3 or 4 black coats
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It’s dark on the stairs but it could be darker
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I am waiting for the fairies to kill the lights and chew the walls
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They take too long, they take too long
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On my way back down the stairs they are gone
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I have waited for their song
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And now they’re feral and transformed
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Into animals that scatter from the sun
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I am making hissing sounds with my mouth… |