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Wearing an olive drab |
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but feeling somehow inside opalescent |
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Wonder how I'm managing to smile oh |
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when I can't even pay my rent |
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Maybe it's because I've finally found |
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my little tulip my Norge dear |
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Funny how in spite of all my woes |
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life can appear rosy and clear |
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rosy and clear |
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And I'm dizzy from her kiss |
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so vertiginous lost in lysergic bliss |
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(Because it hurts me so bad) |
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Love the way you wear your curly hair |
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sanguine and spiraling tied in a bun |
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Love the way it falls about your face |
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mercurially gilded by the sun |
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If we were a pair of jigsaw puzzle pieces |
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we would connect so perfectly |
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Creating a still photo of a scene |
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from the Phantom of Libertay~ |
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of Libertay~ |
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And I'm dizzy from her kiss |
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so vertiginous lost in lysergic bliss |
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Woman's whisper: |
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(Okay children, remember your breathing. One, two, three, four) |