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Even the people on the streets Even the woman in your sheets I've got more ways to make you cry Wouldn't it be fun to see how far you'll fly for wings Are you ready for the times When the waking world will wonder where you have gone Are you tired of the sun Is your weakest point the blues And the weeding through the winters I had all the worries for what I never could desire by deciding what you are Are you ready for the times When the waking world will wonder where you have gone Are you tired of the sun Is your weakest point the trues 'Cause we know you can't help it