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Temple of Broken Dreams - Ezra Furman
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Temple of Broken Dreams Ezra Furman

Temple of Broken Dreams - Ezra Furman
[Verse 1]
When you're far from home, I do believe it's fair
To use a public bathroom mirror to cut your hair
In a cheap Southampton diner
I am both Samson and Delilah
As I chain myself to the pillars of nowhere

When I walk back to the booth where I was sat
With my transformation hidden 'neath my hat
That's when suddenly it strikes me
All the lonely pilgrims like me
Form a tribe of travelers scattered 'cross the map

[Chorus]
So let's defy the distance here to there
Lеt's write each other postcards and call that prayеr
Let's congregate in a place that isn't anywhere
At the temple of broken dreams

[Verse 2]
You're a collection of the shards that you can save
We're all destined for perfection in the grave
Until then when struggle ceases
We're just juggling the pieces
Like the waitress with too many empty plates
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