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In the green grass a young girl. dreams. She's a flower in the field. Well in my dream, you are real. Whatever happens now they say is whatever we choose Under bright stars a young boy. dreams.
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I'm beating like a butterfly's wing. Unable to sleep. I'm beating like a butterfly's wing. See what you've done to me Beating like a butterfly's wing. A butterfly My hair's a mess, just as you lef
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Runaway Raindrop. Why so many tears. There's nothing left to hold you now. And you know you can't stay here To earth you will fall soon. And from earth you will rise. With 'No' in your mouth now.
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Opened up by a stranger. At an uncertain hour. You opened yourself. Like a curious flower. Opens herself. Wide to the moon. Life is uncertain and people are so. Unpredictable. Unshielded by booze. Peo
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Senses are on fire. Senses are on fire. Senses are on fire. Senses are on fire. Senses are on fire. Senses are on fire. Senses are on fire. Senses are on fire My senses are on fire. My senses
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Snowflake in a hot world. Don't let them get to you. Don't let them tell you. You're all the same Snowflake in a hot world. Light inside the dark. You lonely little spark. Too frozen to feel. S
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Senses are on fire. Senses are on fire. Senses are on fire. Senses are on fire. Senses are on fire. Senses are on fire. Senses are on fire. Senses are on fire My senses are on fire. My senses
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I'm beating like a butterfly's wing. Unable to sleep. I'm beating like a butterfly's wing. See what you've done to me Beating like a butterfly's wing. A butterfly My hair's a mess, just as you lef
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Senses are on fire. Senses are on fire. Senses are on fire. Senses are on fire. Senses are on fire. Senses are on fire. Senses are on fire. Senses are on fire My senses are on fire. My senses
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Well she tossed all night like a raging sea. Woke up and climbed from the suicide machine. With her spanish candles and her persian poems. Stuck on the rocks inside opus 40 stoned. And scratching
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Time, all the long red lines. That take control. Of all the smokelike streams. That flow into your dreams. That big blue open sea. That can't be crossed. That can't be climbed. Just born betwee
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Well I got us on a hiway, I got us in a car. I got us going faster than we've ever gone before. I got us on a hiway, I got us in a car. I got us going faster than we've ever gone before. . And I
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Standing in a dream. Weaving through the crowded streets. Leaving you again endlessly. . The choir disappears. And voices in your head appear. Leading you again endlessly. . If the armies of h
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Time, all the long red lines. That take control. Of all the smokelike streams. That flow into your dreams. That big blue open sea. That can't be crossed. That can't be climbed. Just born betwee
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Into a dream, I took a turn, and promised to return. The way we were, the way we met, the way I lit your cigarette. The way it trailed, into a stream, and lay down between. . You had to choose, a
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Standing in a dream. Weaving through the crowded streets. Leaving you again endlessly. . The choir disappears. And voices in your head appear. Leading you again endlessly. . If the armies of h
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Into a dream, I took a turn, and promised to return. The way we were, the way we met, the way I lit your cigarette. The way it trailed, into a stream, and lay down between. . You had to choose, a
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Sea the corporal sea. Atlantic's too specific. Haven't time to settle sharks. Infest the water. . Kicking up the dust. Constructing new ideals. Old ones laid to rust. Nothing seems so real. .
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You don't need much money to ride the silver train. Just enough to keep yourself from sleeping in the rain. Satellites are chasing silver clouds away and. Technicolor raindrops wash gumballs down t
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Sea the corporal sea. Atlantic's too specific. Haven't time to settle sharks. Infest the water. . Kicking up the dust. Constructing new ideals. Old ones laid to rust. Nothing seems so real. .
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Well she tossed all night like a raging sea. Woke up and climbed from the suicide machine. With her spanish candles and her persian poems. Stuck on the rocks inside opus 40 stoned. And scratching
