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it's Berlin
the Great Wall too
my blue china doll
my Buddha
my insomnia
Tibet and Darfur
the wars that displace us
but never quite divide
the tragic happenstance
of crisis
believe me
I'm trying to get back to you
believe me
I'm dying to get back to you
so baby, hold on
do i take the door
or look for a teleport,
how about a window
play rock paper scissors
to get you through the other side
to get to the other side
to find you without your pride
when the walls are closing in
and the you of us not end
and our future not begin
where you and I should end
for the world has no end
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twin are the gates
where dreams pass through
the shades of bardo
find me in my sleep
they whisper secret things to confuse
they mystify my mind
they paint a delirious light
but I'm not lost in their maze
when the world is a wall
come to close me in
come to shut me down
come to pull my strings
twist my insides out
the walls are closing in
the walls are closing in
but I'm not afraid
of the measured steps
if it means we're architects
just for today
just for the hour
I'm not afraid to take it
brick by brick
if my loving you
means holding my breath
the walls are closing in
the walls are closing in
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when what we see
and how we see
is not what we say
or how we see it
when the walls are closing in
and the walls are closing in
and the walls are closing in
and the walls are closing in
help me through it
shrink your cells
bend you dreams
baby, pretty please
spare a little care for me
my blue china doll
my baby Buddha, too
my wings of desire
my insomnia
my wall, the wall, our wall
is closing in...
mmmmmm
the walls, the walls
mmmmmm
I'm trying to get back to you
I gotta get back, gotta get back
to you...
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