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Depeche Mode - Dream On

As your bony fingers close around me
Long and spindly
Death becomes me
Heaven can you see what I see
 
Hey you pale and sickly child
You're death and living reconciled
Been walking home a crooked mile
 
Paying debt to karma
You party for a living
What you take won't kill you
But careful what you're giving
 
There's no time for hesitating
Pain is ready, pain is waiting
Primed to do it's educating
 
Unwanted, uninvited kin
It creeps beneath your crawling skin
It lives without it lives within you
 
Feel the fever coming
You're shaking and twitching
You can scratch all over
But that won't stop you itching
 
Can you feel a little love
Can you feel a little love
 
Dream on dream on
 
Blame it on your karmic curse
Oh shame upon the universe
It knows its lines
It's well rehearsed
 
It sucked you in, it dragged you down
To where there is no hallowed ground
Where holiness is never found
 
Paying debt to karma
You party for a living
What you take won't kill you
But careful what you're giving
 
Can you feel a little love
Can you feel a little love
 
Dream on dream on
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