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By Psychotic Waltz, sometimes I wonder what will ever become of meand if
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By Psychotic Waltz, Follow me into the sunThey're calling me into the sunFlow
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By Psychotic Waltz, be seated now, lay your small ante downas the dark
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By Psychotic Waltz, the seekers of a stellar racehave disappeared without a tracecould
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By Psychotic Waltz, Ashes like a veil of black have lifted to the
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By Psychotic Waltz, now the wind won't blow away
the sun won't come out
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By Psychotic Waltz, I am the watchful eyeI am the butterflyYou know you
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By Psychotic Waltz, Flashes of the devil's eyeCrying at the shadow of the
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By Psychotic Waltz, I see it coming back aroundI see it coming all
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By Psychotic Waltz, slow it down, turn around
rain again forever
drift on my way
lift
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By Psychotic Waltz, faded, faded
fell from the sky below
faded, faded
from the sky you
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By Psychotic Waltz, I'm a tripper man in a space of jamFlying in
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By Psychotic Waltz, people can you feel anymore?
look through the keyhole, listen at
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By Psychotic Waltz, whispered alonethe song of an angelechoes of a fallen tearfrayed
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By Psychotic Waltz, Riding on an endless carousel of wishes, hopes and dreamsAnd
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By Psychotic Waltz, Now we're on the roadThe freeze is coming onEveryone is
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By Psychotic Waltz, I've seen the sunshine on the black side of the
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By Psychotic Waltz, I remember a story of great battles wonand the tale
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By Psychotic Waltz, I cannot stand to see what I seeI can't stand
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By Psychotic Waltz, I climb up to the mountainJust to share my point
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By Psychotic Waltz, I feel again I'm coming homeTo find the place I
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By Psychotic Waltz, Locked down, lock it tightYou better wrap it tight around,
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By Psychotic Waltz, when the mist of the morning falls
a silence calls from
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By Psychotic Waltz, Where does the weather go when I see blue around
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By Psychotic Waltz, Yesterday I gazed into the skyStared into the sunThe stars
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By Psychotic Waltz, roses that you bring
give to one another
I don't know why
they're
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By Psychotic Waltz, crawling into my head, mosquito, mosquito red
pieces, diseases, floating in
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By Psychotic Waltz, they're cracking the cross where they hammer the nail
pennies they
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By Psychotic Waltz, needing, feeling alone
light never seems to shine
hiding under a stone
now
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By Psychotic Waltz, laughing at the city freaks
a carnival of gimps and tweaks
dogs