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Don't care what you look like, I wanna be your friend |
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The world is a mystery of sweetness with an often bitter end |
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Don't know where you're going, just let me in |
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The world is a memory adventure of the places where we've been. |
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I've been an autocrat, I've been a diplomat |
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I've been skinny and I've clung on to babyfat |
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I've been a dinosaur, been a civil war, been a lighthouse on a distant shore |
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Woah, but all my thought they fairly slip away |
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They trickle back in different random sweet versions someday |
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When I get to Santa Fe |
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It'll all sound pretty in a different way |
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I don't know what you're thinking, why would I try? |
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Your mind is a mystery to me, so I'll listen to your eyes |
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I can't say what you're dreaming, but your kicking your heels |
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If we spend half our lives asleep who can say what's truly real? |
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I've been a hypnotist, sparkling amethyst |
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Well I mourned the passing moonlight on a lovers tryst |
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I've been a crystal ball, I've been 10 feet tall, been all in one and all and all and all |
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But all my thoughts they fairly slip away |
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Then trickle back in different random sweet versions someday |
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When I get to Santa Fe |
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It'll all sound pretty in a different way |
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I don't know if you need one, or if you've ever seen one |
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But I believed in one |
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I don't know if you need one, but I can share, I never bothered counting |
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But all my thoughts they fairly slip away |
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They trickle back in different random sweet versions someday |
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But when I get to Santa Fe |
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It will all sound pretty in a different way. |
