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Do you think that, in heaven, peoples lives become the dreams we get at night?
When we are here in the bottom row, in our boxes sleeping
And sometimes it feels like I've lived it all before
When water comes falling through the dam, and there's no feeling in my hands
Don't cut your hair, holy roller
Some day we will lift these here boulders
And if you wake up and I'm gone
Well, I won't be long
I'll be coming here in the morning
Well, you said you would be leaving that light on for me tonight
But you were upstairs in your room sleeping
We spent the whole night building the Berlin Wall
And I was on the bottom floor staring up at the ceiling
Down off your knees holy roller
Pull all your tears off of your shoulders
I find you out back in the cold
And we are all getting older