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Talking to my soul |
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I begin to wonder |
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Down in a golden road |
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I close my eyes and travel slow |
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I remember your eyes |
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Some enchanted islands |
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Talking to my son |
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He's killing me with thunder |
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From his machine gun |
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I close my eyes and crumple slow |
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And then I see reserved for me |
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The wastelands of sorrows, ah |
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The island of shadows |
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And through the blinds of history |
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Drumming in my blood, rebel songs |
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Bullets and blue eyes |
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Bullets and blue eyes |
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Hey... |
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Hey... |
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Talking to my soul |
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I begin to wonder |
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We're prisoners of love |
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Prisoners of history |
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I remember your eyes |
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(I remember your eyes) |
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Some enchanted islands |
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Hey... |
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Ooh... |
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We used to sit in science rooms |
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(Hey...) |
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And dream about the nuclear age |
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We used to sit in science rooms |
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And history rooms |
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And dream about the nuclear age |
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I remember your eyes |
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I remember your eyes |
