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When the deep blue night is running close on your track |
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And you can feel the green monkey crawlin' across your back |
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Don't take me so real that you forget how to feel |
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Don't let the threat of the dagger turn your heart into steel |
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Smell the perfume of the silent dream |
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Fly the ocean, read a story to me |
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Speak the wisdom of a redwood tree |
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Speak to me |
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So you think that star cluster shining bright in the sky |
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Will speak the fate of your evening, tell the truth to your lie |
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Don't let the features you read control the tickets you buy |
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Soon as you learn that you live, you're just beginning to die |
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Smell the perfume of the silent dream |
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Fly the ocean, read a story to me |
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Speak the wisdom of a redwood tree |
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Speak to me |
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Smell the perfume of the silent dream |
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Fly the ocean, read a story to me |
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Speak the wisdom of a redwood tree |
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Speak to me |
