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
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
...will be (?) 5:25 pm...5:26 pm...5:27 pm...5:28 pm
Inside himself
He runs to look in the mirror
And the face
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