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He spoke my language in this foreign land |
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Familiar secrets shared in a sinful bed |
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Imagination flowing through his ancient hands |
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He painted just my fantasy in red, bright red |
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I call him Santa Fe' |
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Someone to dance with on a rainy day |
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He will bring me all the empty reasons to be |
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Sure of what I'm only not so sure about |
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So can he just be my illusion |
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That I created with confusion? |
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He wears a tall top-hat filled with secrets of our souls |
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He'll pull them out as he pulls you in through the secret hole |
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I call him Santa Fe' |
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Someone to bleed with on this lovely day |
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He will bring me all the empty reasons to be |
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Sure of what I'm only not so sure about |
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Will he take this grand delusion |
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Add his love to make his own conclusion? |
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True or false can you feel his pulse? |
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The warmth he carries really varies |
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With the name of the game |
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He will bring me all the empty reasons to be |
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Sure of what I'm only nt so sure about |
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In the end it leads to sudden madness when he |
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Takes these reasons breaths some sanity into them |
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Can he just be my illusion |
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I created with confusion |
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Will he take this grand delusion |
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Add his love to make his own conclusion |
