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fiction. Blending through the night-veiled kingdoms. . Gruesome revelations. . Dust devils and cosmic storms spinning around my head. My particles accelerating, angels dust to burning winds of red
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rolling down the skyway on my cosmic wheels Cosmic wheels, cosmic wheels, cosmic wheels In the present position of the planets it's impossible for me to say. Just when I'll find my course again with these
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beamed me with her cosmic eyes. She's just a cosmic girl from another galaxy. My heart's at zero gravity. She's from a cosmic world putting me in ecstasy. Transmitting on my frequency. She's cosmic
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The door slams, dust falls down between the cracks. Some ran, some promised they'd be back. Saigon, all gone, ashes to dust. A solo dance, a solo dance And when we leave, we leave our dust. We
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beamed me with her cosmic eyes. She's just a cosmic girl from another galaxy. My heart's at zero gravity. She's from a cosmic world putting me in ecstasy. Transmitting on my frequency. She's cosmic
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Song Dust - Tim McGraw. It's rolling in the wind, you can see it in the air. Where I come from, man, it's everywhere. Coming up in a cloud behind a one way plow. Colors up the sky when the sun
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turning, my heart is burning. We're more than two. Refrain. You're my cosmic girl, you are in my mind. And a girl like you, is so hard to find. You're my cosmic girl, from rainbow two. And to hell and back
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darling. All I know. When the nights grow cold. And it's all gone to rust. We can turn it into gold dust. Far from home. With these aching bones. Are you just out of love?. We can turn it into gold dust
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beamed me with her cosmic eyes. She's just a cosmic girl from another galaxy. My heart's at zero gravity. She's from a cosmic world putting me in ecstasy. Transmitting on my frequency. She's cosmic
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Bài hát Gold Dust - Galantis . You’re like Gold Dust. It rains over me. A foreign sun that I thought I’d never see. You’re like Gold Dust. Oh don’t change ever. No don’t change. There’s a hollow in
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Dust motes in a beam of light. They slow down time. Snowflake on a black wool glove. Melting in the sunlight Dust motes in a beam of light. You left without a fight. Dust motes in a beam of
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Time they call the universal healer. But you're back every three days, settling all around me. A feather duster's no substitute for the real thing. And the dust you left behind is settling still
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If dust could only talk. What would we hear it say?. Before it's brushed aside. Just as it's swept away It's just the evidence. It's of no consequence. It's only flesh and bone. Why don't we
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