BECK - We Live Again lyrics

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These withered hands have dug for a dream<br>Sifted through sand and leftover nightmares<br>Over the hill, a desolate wind<br>Turns shit to gold and blows my soul crazy<br><br>The end, oh, the end<br>We live again<br>Oh, I grow weary of the end<br><br>Oh, hungry days in the footsteps of fools<br>Gazing alone through sex-painted windows<br>Dredging the night, drunk libertines<br>Stink like colognes from a new-fangled wasteland<br><br>The end, oh, the end<br>We live again<br>Oh, I grow weary of the end<br><br>Love is a plague in a mix-match parade<br>Where the castaways look so deranged<br>When will children learn to let their wildernesses burn<br>And love will be new, never cold and vacant<br><br>These withered hands have dug for a dream<br>Sifted through sand and leftover nightmares<br><br>The end, oh, the end<br>We live again<br>Oh, I grow weary of the end