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I was dreaming of my great escape
There were hands moving through my cloths
Don't let me sober up
The past keeps coming up

There was a stranger lying on my bed
but I was dreaming of someone else
who's tongue is in my heart
Don't wanna sober up

I'm so divided
in this morning light
I'm just a voyeur in the dark
looking up at someone else's god

I was born with a golden face
but this holy boy wants a dirty girl
there are things in this heart
I don't want to know about

I've got one hand raised to the sky
I've got one hand deep in her dress
and the past keeps coming up
I don't want to sober up.

I'm so divided
in this morning light
I'm just a voyeur in the dark
looking up at someone else's god

I'm so divided
in this evening light
you can name your God
you can name your God

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