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One Sunday mornin'. A-we went walkin'. Down by, the old graveyard. The mornin' fog. I looked into. A-yeah, those mystic eyes. Her mystic eyes. Mystic eyes. Mystic eyes. Mystic, eyes. Mystic
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Have you seen the mystic queen. Riding in her limousine?. Over hills and over dales 'til morning If you like I'll take you there. We'll find some colors you can wear. Color that you've only seen
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. And we are not alone Mystic rhythms -- capture my thoughts. And carry them away. Mysteries of night escape the light of day. Mystic rhythms -- under northern lights. Primitive things stir. The
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Have you seen the Mystic Queen. Riding in her limousine. Over hills and dales 'til morning. If you like I'll take you there. Find some colours you can wear. Colour that you've only seen while
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goodbye. No ones gonna worry. Notice when I'm gone. No they won't know I'm missin'. 'Till they pull me out the mystic. ♪. I bet nobody can remember. What color eyes are on my face. I'm a freak, I'm a
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. And we are not alone. . Mystic rhythms. Capture my thoughts. Carry them away. Mysteries of night escape the light of day. Mystic rhythms. Under northern lights. Or the African sun. Primitive
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words. We were born before the wind, thank you very much. Also younger than the sun. And the bonnie boat was won. As we sailed into the mystic. Hark, now hear the sailors cry. Smell the sea and feel
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). . Chorus. Mystic Rhyming. Don't let em miss, miss guide you. They'll have you actin like the sun don't shine. And the sky ain't never blue. But you know and I know it's all about survival. This
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fully out of this world. You and me let’s marry in the space station. (Mystical messages). Mystic clue of this puzzle. (Mystical Messenger). It’s too dangerous, don’t come close. You think I am crazy. My
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cry. He's the mystic on the mystic mile I had a dream of colors. And a world in a disarray. Someone peekin' 'round the corner. But I couldn't see his face But he could see into my future. About my
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There's a natural mystic blowing through the air; . If you listen carefully now you will hear. . This could be the first trumpet, might as well be the last . Many more will have to suffer, . Many
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Feels better if I tell em my story. Yo, on November 24th, 1999. I was in L. A. , and I was in the kitchen cookin. And I got this page right. And uh, I called back and I was informed that. My fat
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Um. I know I don't know you or nothin but can you just bump my *?. Verse. You was just a young girl when you got turned out. Sneakin out the window of ya mother's house, no doubt. Just to mash of
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