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The New York |
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Times invents the news |
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I did not see where they were going |
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Behind the dying afternoon |
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I follow, restlessly devoted |
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Tell me your mind |
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Tell me you'll always follow |
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Send me a sign |
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Send me a smile like |
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Charo I need your lovin' eyes |
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At least your cyanide |
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I had a dream |
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I saw a rainbow |
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I could have sworn |
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I saw the sun pass by |
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I had a dream |
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I saw the pain go |
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But what I hoped would be my rainbow |
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Was just a bruise on the sky |
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Hide in my closet, feeling trapped |
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This used to be a prime location |
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The heavens clap and then collapse |
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A melancholy invocation |
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Tell me your mind |
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Tell me you'll always follow |
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Send me a sign |
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Send me a smile like |
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Charo I need your lovin' eyes |
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At least your cyanide |
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I had a dream |
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I saw a rainbow |
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I could have sworn |
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I saw the sun pass by |
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I had a dream |
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I saw the pain go |
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But what I hoped would be my rainbow |
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Was just a bruise on the sky |
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I used to think about it |
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When I say 'think', |
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I mean 'satirize' |
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I was extreme about it |
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My dreams would bleed on the sun street cries |
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As if my whole darn soul |
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Was gripped in atomic eyes |
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I had a dream |
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I saw a rainbow |
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I could have sworn |
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I saw the sun pass by |
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I had a dream |
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I saw the pain go |
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But what I hoped would be my rainbow |
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Was just a bruise on the sky |
