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She just woke up, but she's still tired |
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Is that the telephone ringing? |
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The curtains can't hold back the light |
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That's reaching into her dreams |
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Down in her heart |
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If it had fingers, it'd be tearing it apart |
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You be lookin' groovy |
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In a sixties movie |
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Maybe tell the press you died |
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Little legend baby |
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Try your very best to hide |
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A green-tinted sixties mind |
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She keeps some memories locked away |
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But they are always escaping |
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neclgect won't make them fade away |
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They're reaching into her dreams |
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Down in her heart |
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Don't need fingers to be tearing it apart |
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Gotta face the day |
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There is no other way |
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To clear the fog inside your mind |
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Fill it up with dreams |
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But all that you can seem to find |
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A green-tinted sixties mind |
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Hangin' out with Janis |
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Movin' to Atlantis |
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Could've made it if you tried |
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What's the point of force |
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It's easy as a horse to ride |
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A green-tinted sixties mind |
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You be looking groovy |
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In a sixties movie |
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Maybe tell the press you died |
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Little legend baby |
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Try your very best to hide |
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A green-tinted sixties mind |
