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Eight hundred years ago It could have worked Pure golden temples and Green grass walks I had to climb mountains Slept in the rain Then got that secret serum Kept him from my pain Fermented for a while Opened up your wounds Then looked at me and smiled Opened up your heart I had to climb mountains Slept in the rain Then got that secret serum Kept him from my pain These sonorous desires weren't mine It was misconceived The only thing that matters now is fine I won't believe A somnambulist, it's fabulous How tropical desire still gives you fever You pushed me into your own swamp and both weren't free The ocean gets deeper when you dig up the blur And my mind gets greener cause I fed it with dirt Did you know eight hundred years ago If it wasn't for you I wouldn't know Dreams can get clearer move your body Through words Eight hundred years ago, It could have worked Pure golden temples and Green grass walks I had to climb mountains Slept in the rain Then got that secret serum Kept him from my pain Fermented for a while Opened up your wounds Then looked at me and smiled Opened up your heart I had to climb mountains Slept in the rain Then got that secret serum Kept him from my pain Your eyes are feeling swollen Your breath starts to shorten Your hands are near the sunken Treasure You drown in the sunken treasure You drown near the sunken treasure