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A hazy horizon is closing
The curtain to our perfect stage
How I stumbled twisted slightly
Atrociously
The world is landing at my feet
Who all of the faces could it be
Where all of the places should it be
Laughing and coughing
Coughing and laughing
In the hanging gardens
Of Semiramis
A hazy horizon is closing
The curtain to our perfect stage
I stumbled twisted slightly
Atrociously
The world is landing at my feet
Who all of the faces could it be
Where all of the places should it be
Laughing and coughing
Coughing and laughing
In the hanging gardens
Of Semiramis
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Your voice will frighten my horse
Your voice will frighten my horse
Am I the target moving closer to your choice ?
A certain familiarity lies in your tone of voice
Oh no no no no no no no no
Your voice will frighten my horse
Your voice will frighten my horse
My horse
Am I the target moving closer to your choice ?
A certain familiarity lies in your tone of voice
Oh no no no no no no no no
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I will be seven
When we meet in Heaven
Do do do do do do do do do do do...
I
I will be seven
When we meet in Heaven
Do do do do do do do do do do do...
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When I remember what to say
When I remember what to say
You will know me again
And you forget to answer
When I remember what to say
When I remember what to say
You will know me again
And you forget to answer
You seem not to be listening
You seem not to be listening
The high tide is taking everything
And you forget to answer
When I remember what to say
When I remember what to say
You will know me again
And you forget to answer
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