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When the minute goes by faster than the feet/when the winter passes slowly as defeat/when the face of death is after me spinning/only dream of me/only dream of me/when the children speak of sinners in the street/when the fever hits the center of our feet/when our palms are burnt like balmy winter trees/only dream of me/only dream of me

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from Unknown Rooms: A Collection Of Acoustic Songs, released October 16, 2012

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