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Something's creeping in my mind
Something's sleeping in my heart
Like a vision of after-war
A wind vacant factory
See the burning dress
See the symbol melts
Lost and low
Lost and low
Absent friend in my mind
Like a spiritual need
Absent friend in my eyes
A spiritual healing
Absent friend in my brain
Touching the holy hand
Absent friend in my frame
Touching the inland
Should I wait for the judgement day
To know the real answer
The vision of the new world
See the shining star
That dances with the sould
A light in the blank has come
But disappeared away
And it never, never came back
Absent friend in my mind
Like a spiritual need
Absent friend in my eyes
A spiritual healing
Absent friend in my brain
Touching the holy hand
Absent friend in my frame
Touching the inland
Maybe he'll look and talk
In another clean world
The believer knows the way Maybe, maybe
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