Under the Milky Way
Sometimes when this place gets kind of
Day of the Dead down in Mexico
You ever been on
Have I told you 'bout the case
Of the man who
We come to pay homage to the golden one
We share
I guess you've heard about my little problem
Ah come on,
Tiny baby, so naive
I can't believe what you believe
You were
Sometimes when this place gets kind of empty
Sound of their
Once I had a name, forgotten now
I breathed the air
Here comes the maven, he's coming around
He's such a connoisseur,
Arrive in a hive city
Somewhere in the east
Floating down a
So hard
Finding inspiration
I knew you'd find me crying
Tell those girls
Sometimes you're dressed in Castillian vogue
Other times you speak with
Sunday disappears into the fog
Darkness invites us all inside to
Dark, small, so fragile
A treasure to your heart
Grace your fingers
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