where does the weather go when i see blue around the gold
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circling the atmosphere in california clear ?
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where does the time go when today turns into long ago ?
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where are all the colors when a rainbow disappears ?
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someone's singing today i really don't know, i will never
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light the night to make it like the day, it really won't glow
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it really won't
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never mine i really don't mind i really don't care
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i really don't
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make a line to make it mind the time, they really won't go
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were they ever ?
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i stand surrounded here, imaginary interfere
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supersonic architecture spanish castle cream
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press my hands against my ears to try to make the voices clear
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an acrobatic, symphonatic helicopter scream
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all that shines will come in time
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never mind all that's left behind
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lovestone blind, well still is mine
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here i find all my peace of mind
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how they look into the eyes of a silver screen can of lies
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the city streets are the golden cage of the sleeping flies
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wings pounding to the concrete dance of the stamping shoes
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gold seeping from the hand of the unamused
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down through the smoke to the trash scattering the ground
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cut through the smell of the sirens screaming from the town
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kneeling down to the healing fix of a hyperdermic crucifix
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hanging from the choking throats of giant stack of broken bricks
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Lovestone Blind
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| Psychotic Waltz |
