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Creepy Silence |
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Views recalled |
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When the dream turns lucid |
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You can feel it all |
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It's the director's cut |
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Out of scenes that I shot |
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In fifty frames per second |
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Favourite sound when she talked |
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Upon water she walked |
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Love has been a colorful surround |
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Here she comes |
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She's been my sun's cruelest beauty |
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Here she comes |
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Blows disease into my mind |
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Here she comes |
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Seen her lately |
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Links unplugged |
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She's a stranger to me |
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Givin empty hugs |
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Now the picture we're in |
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Where the acting begins |
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Shows my own b-movie |
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So it's bitter insight |
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How she changed her mind |
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Love has been a colorful surround |
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Here she comes |
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She's been my sun's cruelest beauty |
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Here she comes |
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Blows disease into my mind |
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Here she comes |
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Once she meant home |
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To my hands and my soul |
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It's incised |
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Once she meant home |
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To my hands and my soul |
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It's ghostwrite |
