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His eyes are closed his face pale asleep
On the ground a newspaper reads,
"The blood has spilled again"
And you just dream my Yellowman

The angels burn a torch to keep us warm

His lungs are wide-awake
But he won't breathe
He spits out the ocean and
We dream like goldfish in a bowl
They think we're free Yellowman
You're tying rocks to clouds
To stay above the crowds

The angels burn a torch to keep us warm

The blood has spilled again
And you just dream Yellowman
You never see the bloodstains on the battlefield

The angels burn a torch to keep us warm

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