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Two white flamingos flew over my head |
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And I thought I was on that road |
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I used to walk with you |
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When time was like a piece of peach |
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Even a star was not far to reach |
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And we laughed the nights away |
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There was the largest crowd |
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Ever standing in the cloud |
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Don't ask who could create new things |
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The kids [....] from the music they heard |
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In the acid alley day after day |
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And now I feel it is |
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Have to break away, at the break of day |
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And like to open the sky |
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Please don't shoot (?the band?) to the moon |
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Let's go electric circus |
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They are so high in the dressing room |
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I'm drinking compromised cocktails |
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The (?countdown?) will be over soon |
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Biting your painted nails |
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A flower [....] from the sky |
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But he is still playing his guitar |
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He wrote me a letter |
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He (?sent?) to my window |
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[....] |
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Give my love to the sunrise |
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Give my love to the sunrise |
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Give my love to the sunrise |
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Please don't shoot (?the band?) to the moon |
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Let's go electric circus |
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They are so high in the dressing room |
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I'm drinking compromised cocktails |
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The (?countdown?) will be over soon |
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[....] your painted nail |
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A flower [....] from the stars |
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The flowers are gone |
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Are gone, are gone, are gone, are gone |
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The flowers are gone |
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He's back, he's back, he's back from the stars |
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The flowers are gone |
