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my oh my, meet me on the pillows of the sky |
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suns will dry their warming feathers, holding on to mine |
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my oh my, warming all the world, follow shine |
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then i'll try and hope i'll find some magic on the way |
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i'll find these truths like a maniac |
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oh my head, oh my head it spins like dice |
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will i never leave tonight? |
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too many times all of my life is left in the city |
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and i'll try and hope i'll find some magic on the way |
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i'll find these truths like a maniac |
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oh my head, oh my head it spins like dice |
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no snake eyes would be nice...... |
