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The ghosts of my own song have names themselves no one |
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Run through the flowers they say |
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The hands of the dream wind that blows from beneath them |
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Circle the hours away |
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They offer a ride in their submarine dragonfly |
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Brought me inside to a chair in her head |
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The blind jester pilot, he smiles and he says that she knows where to go |
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As he lies down instead |
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I couldn't help noticing pilot began to dream |
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Started me wondering time of the day |
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The carousel sea horses picturesque circus dress flowing behind them |
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Began their display |
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The pantomime symphony slowly pretends to me |
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Stopped for directions out of my dream |
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Then one broke his silence, and pointed to me and said |
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Just like a timepiece, keep circling, circling |
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Blue for the sky |
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The world only turns from far away |
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Only blue from this high |
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It feels like flying |
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It feels like dying |
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Far and away, the icy |
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Sun is on the rise |
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On the run |
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They're choking on the smoking gun |
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The swans have died |
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Tomorrow's finally come |
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Fly ... The harlequin juggler in porcelain masquerade |
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Bicycle playing card joker in green |
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The jack rabbit rocking horse pendulate back and forth |
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Tick-tocking aperture carnival stream |
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Then came time in which i began wondering |
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The distance behind us inside of this dream |
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The blind jester pilot, he woke and he said to me |
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Just like the world, we keep circling, circling on |
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Just like the time circles on... |
