You don´t know just
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When to stop and when to go
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City streets in the dead of winter
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Stop your mind with dirty snow
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Walk at night and
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Touch your hand to the golden lights
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And let them show
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Feel the shadows disappearing
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I´ll smile and say
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I told you so
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Baby...
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Tell me why, if you think you know why
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People love when there´s no tomorrow
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And still not cry when it´s time to go
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And still not cry when it´s time to go
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And still not cry when it´s time to go?
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The wall of your memory
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Still echoes your sorrow;
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The pictures of sadness
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Are not what they seem
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So hold out your smile, take
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My hand and be happy;
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These pictures of sadness
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Are not all they seem?
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Are you so old that you´ve no childhood?
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Is your timeline so unreal?
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That all your sunsets
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Come in the morning?
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Baby, tell me how you feel?
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Shelves of books in your mirror reflected,
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The sidewalks and alleys that you´ve seen
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Show colours change as the images fade in
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The magical vanishing memory machine
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Baby...
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Tell me how, if you think you know how
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People love when there´s no tommorow?
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Do people love if there´s no tommorow
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And still not cry when they have to go
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And still not cry when they have to go
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And still not cry when they have to go?
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Ice Cream Phoenix
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| Jefferson Airplane |
