Text: Little Dragon. Machine Dreams. Fortune.

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Mountain of pearls to sooth the soul
gold and silver and silk to cover the old
clocks and rubies crushing these hard bones Im going blind from to many shiny stones
fortune cast a curse I knew It would
fortune bury you
I knew It would
sleep on ugly dreaming wave
vivid life turn into grey , no friends want to stay around
so moving on to a different part of town
fortune cast a curse I knew it would
fortune bury you I knew it would