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these things... these things... these things... these things, these things, these things, we believe in aren't what they seem will we wake from this dream? and I'll sympathise, with open eyes I'll bless the skies, you come home is there any wonder or point to what i do? I'm skin and bone forever and you've beaten me black and blue these strings, these strings, these strings, they relieve me so i can sing and i play for nothing and I'll sympathise, with open eyes I'll bless the sky, you come home is there any wonder? a point to what i do? i whisper as loud as london and it's beatin' me black and blue and I'll sympathise, with open eyes I'll bless the skies, you come home is there any wonder, or point to what i do? I'm skin and bone forever and it's beatin' me black and blue is there any wonder? girl, you've beaten me black and blue