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    Seems that I have been held
    In some dreaming state
    A tourist in the waking world
    Never quite awake

    No kiss, no gentle word
    Could wake me from this slumber
    Until I realise that it was you
    Who held me under

    Felt it in my fist, in my feet
    In the hollows of my eyelids
    Shaking through my skull, through my spine
    And down through my ribs

    No more dreaming of the dead
    As if death itself was undone
    No more calling like a crow for a boy
    For a body in the garden

    No more dreaming like a girl
    So in love, so in love
    No more dreaming like a girl
    So in love, so in love
    No more dreaming like a girl
    So in love with the wrong world

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    And I could hear the thunder
    And see the lightning crack
    All around the world was waking
    I never could go back

    'Cause all the walls of dreaming
    They were torn right open
    And finally it seemed that the spell was broken

    And all my bones began to shake
    My eyes flew open
    And all my bones began to shake
    My eyes flew open

    No more dreaming of the dead
    As if death itself was undone
    No more calling like a crow for a boy
    For a body in the garden

    No more dreaming like a girl
    So in love, so in love
    No more dreaming like a girl
    So in love, so in love
    No more dreaming like a girl
    So in love with the wrong world

    Snow White is stitching up your circuit-boards
    Synapse slipping through the hidden door
    Snow White is stitching up your circuit-board

    No more dreaming of the dead
    As if death itself was undone
    No more calling like a crow for a boy
    For a body in the garden

    No more dreaming like a girl
    So in love, so in love
    No more dreaming like a girl
    So in love, so in love
    No more dreaming like a girl
    So in love with the wrong world

    Snow White is stitching up your circuit-boards
    Synapse slipping through the hidden door
    Snow White is stitching up your circuit-board
    Synapse slipping through the hidden door

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    Composición: Paul Epworth y Florence Welch

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