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