sometimes I wonder what will ever become of meand if
Follow me into the sunThey're calling me into the sunFlow
be seated now, lay your small ante downas the dark
the seekers of a stellar racehave disappeared without a tracecould
Ashes like a veil of black have lifted to the
now the wind won't blow away
the sun won't come out
I am the watchful eyeI am the butterflyYou know you
Flashes of the devil's eyeCrying at the shadow of the
I see it coming back aroundI see it coming all
faded, faded
fell from the sky below
faded, faded
from the sky you
I'm a tripper man in a space of jamFlying in
people can you feel anymore?
look through the keyhole, listen at
whispered alonethe song of an angelechoes of a fallen tearfrayed
Riding on an endless carousel of wishes, hopes and dreamsAnd
Now we're on the roadThe freeze is coming onEveryone is
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