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Somewhere out in the back of your mind |
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Comes your real life and the life that you know |
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It seems like it was the creation of some of those same old things |
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It seemed to be the only thing left out in the light |
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She had trusted many |
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But been unfamiliar with |
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Almost everyone but you |
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Well, maybe I'm just thinkin' that the rooms are all on fire |
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Everytime that you walk in the room |
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Well, there is magic all around you, if I do say so myself |
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I have known this much longer than I've known you |
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She had trusted many and then there would be someone |
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Who would enter into her presence |
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That she could sense for miles |
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She dreamed of her wanton luxury and she laughed and she cried |
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And she tried to taunt him |
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And he hated |
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To be separated |
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From that picture, no |
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Well, maybe I'm just thinkin' that the rooms are all on fire |
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But, everytime that you walk in the room |
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Well there is magic all around you, if I do say so myself |
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Well, I have known this much longer than I've known you |
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Long nets of white cloud my memory |
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Long nets of white cloud my memory |
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Ooh, there is magic all around you |
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Everytime you walk in the room |
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Well, maybe I'm just thinkin' that the rooms are all on fire |
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Everytime when you walk in the room |
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Well there is magic all around you, if I do say so myself |
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Well, I have known this much longer than I've known you |
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Well, maybe I'm just thinkin' that the rooms are all on fire |
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Everytime that you walk in the room |
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Well, there is magic all around you, if I do say so myself |
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I have known this much longer than I've known you |
