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    I was down in the city on a miracle street
    I flailed like a swimmer through the summer heat
    I was waiting for a friend that I needed to meet
    And I's hopin' she was bringin' with her something sweet
    And I's hopin' for an open little opening
    And I suffer for a groovy little happening
    But it's all going wrong just like I sing in that song
    The song I wrote about you that they put on TV
    The TV that I gave you 'cause you wanted to see
    But all you saw were spaces where the people used to be
    The hundred bastard voids with their pull on me
    In the valley of death you'll be breathless and free

    You'll be dancing like a fool by the swollen sea
    You'll be twitching like a drunk in a pharmacy
    You'll be swatting at the flies in the pavillion
    Where the millionare just blew a gazillion
    Fingernails are all hot vermillion
    When the traffic grinds down to a standstill(ion)
    And the mynah birds are pecking at the carrion
    And you read it already in Hyperion
    And you read about my trial in the Clarion
    A sack full of ashes I've been carrying
    When the lights turn green I dissolve the screen
    When the lights turn red I put the whole thing to bed

    Well I got a fever
    And I'm feeling fainter
    I'm a dim receiver
    I'm a Cold War painter
    If you can just hold still
    I will make you all so beautiful

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    When the lights turn blue I know what to do
    I'll drown my tomorrows in an ocean or two
    And the pretty little things with their magnets and rings
    Blooming like a flower through a series of springs
    Thank you Fate and the freight that she brings
    Thank you Fortuna and the song that she sings
    Thank you to my manager for letting me live
    Thank you to my friends and the friends that you're with

    Thank you to the Lord who created all this
    There's a whole lotta hurt before you get to the bliss
    Why even Jesus Christ was betrayed by a kiss
    But that was long before that he got in show biz
    Well I understand the land and the land ain't no sea
    But when I try to walk I'm sinking you see

    So I got a fever
    And I'm feeling fainter
    I'm a dim receiver
    I'm a Cold War painter
    If you can just hold still
    I will make you all so beautiful

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    Composición: Marty Willson-Piper, Peter Koppes y Tim Powles

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