well this is the very, very last time I’m ever going to
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in the magic mirror
but I couldn’t tell you what the hell it was supposed to mean
because it was a Monday, no a Tuesday, no Wednesday, Thursday, Friday
open up your skull
I’ll be there.
through kaleidoscope eyes
my emerald city, downtown girl
whatever colors you have in your mind
why wait any longer for the one you love
when he’s standing in front of you
a darkness of white
Entre la nuit, la nuit et l’aurore.
show me the foothills
from which I can climb
and light our two shadows
Will it be just like they’re dreaming?
I feel alive
I feel the streets are all pulling me down
Broken Home of Convention 