My mind is going
My mind is gone
Oh how theyd tell you
Oh what I didnt
Look at you, my friend
What a wonderful time
We had the perfect weeks
And I could see the light
Would my hair grow all the way down
All the way down to the coastline
To where I was when I was happy.
I dream a heartbeat
I dream in wonderful time
Looking for traces
But all I see is the light
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