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where does the weather go when i see blue around the gold |
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circling the atmosphere in california clear ? |
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where does the time go when today turns into long ago ? |
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where are all the colors when a rainbow disappears ? |
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someone's singing today i really don't know, i will never |
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light the night to make it like the day, it really won't glow |
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it really won't |
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never mine i really don't mind i really don't care |
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i really don't |
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make a line to make it mind the time, they really won't go |
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were they ever ? |
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i stand surrounded here, imaginary interfere |
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supersonic architecture spanish castle cream |
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press my hands against my ears to try to make the voices clear |
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an acrobatic, symphonatic helicopter scream |
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all that shines will come in time |
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never mind all that's left behind |
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lovestone blind, well still is mine |
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here i find all my peace of mind |
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how they look into the eyes of a silver screen can of lies |
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the city streets are the golden cage of the sleeping flies |
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wings pounding to the concrete dance of the stamping shoes |
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gold seeping from the hand of the unamused |
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down through the smoke to the trash scattering the ground |
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cut through the smell of the sirens screaming from the town |
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kneeling down to the healing fix of a hyperdermic crucifix |
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hanging from the choking throats of giant stack of broken bricks |
