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| Strange World The only place where you can dream, living here is not what it seems. Ship of white light in the sky, nobody there to reason why. Here I am, I'm not really there, smiling faces ever so rare. A let's walk in deepest space, living here just isn't the place. ...Ooh Stalks of light come from the ground, when I cry there isn't a sound. All my feelings cannot be held, I'm happy in my new strange world. Shades of green grasses twine, girls drinking plasma wine. A look at love, a dream unfolds, living here, you'll never grow old. Don't you hear me call? Ooh |
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