no more gold lights
for the queen earth
to keep you warm
in yr kingdoms
high on the waves that you made for us
but not since you left have the waves come
the bar is dead
and the rocket's rain
is keeping you wet
in yr deathbed
so high on the waves that you made for us
but not since you left have the waves come
have the waves come
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