Tin Foiled

What is moving will be still
 What has gathered will disperse
 What has been built up will collapse
 All of your dreams are fulfilled
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 Late New Years Eve, paper hat on your head
 It was hard to believe that you'd ever be dead
 And that dream that you're falling you've had since you're five
 Is a bird on your shoulder that whispers goodbye
 Goodbye
 What is moving will be still
 What has gathered will disperse
 What has been built up will collapse
 All of your dreams
 They are all fulfilled
 Liza Minnelli spent a month in her bed
 She was certain that Skylab would fall on her head
 Evil Knievel shot up from dead grass
 And I loved him better each time that he crashed
 That he crashed
 What is moving will be still
 What has gathered will disperse
 What's been built up will collapse
 All of your dreams
 They're all fulfilled
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 Last night I dreamed that I dug my own grave
 So I climbed down inside there to patiently wait
 And down in the ground while I breathed the cold air
 The blackbirds came down there to nest in my hair
 In my hair
 What is moving will be still
 What has gathered will disperse
 What's been built up will collapse
 All of your dreams
 They're all fulfilled
 They're all fulfilled
 All in there