In all my fantasies
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So many fly above my head
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I sighed see angry
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So many fly above his head
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He says, 'we always have these stars'
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Some street they're in
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My street street, now sold
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My street street, now mine
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Street street, now
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Street street
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So many fly above my sighs
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He sighs, 'we always have these stars'
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Some street, my human part is
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So many fly above your head
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I sighed, 'see them, be them'
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He sighed, 'such things are human'
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So many fly above my head
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I sense the angry part
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He sighed, 'such things they leave their pits'
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'Pick my feet up proudly,' said he,
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I have sighed, 'Less of these: lonesome youngest, lonely, just a plea'
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'Pick my feet up proudly,' said he,
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I have sighed
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I have sighed, sighed, sighed
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He said, he said, he said
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Sigh's Smell Of Farewell
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| Cocteau Twins |
