Walking on a dream How can I explain? Talking to myself Will I see again? We are always running For the thrill of it, thrill of it Always pushing up
1975. We share in each other. Nearer than farther. The scent of a lemon drips from your eyes. We are the people that rule the world. A force running
knees and praying Though my faith is weak Without you so please baby please give us a chance Make a mends and I will stand until the end A million times a
You gotta let up Hallucinate Dream space Levity Shadow play Harmonize No escape Pressurize, everybody now, 'till they say Sound it out (x4) She's gone
Waiting for the ship in call There's something in the way I move That keeps them on their own The stars explodes a storm A billion seasons born A shock
And the tiger plays a part Seen about a million roads I?ve done the bong to Tokyo I?ve been a clone and had a little luck Swam across the golden sea a
a memory billions and billions of lights and hearts befalling to embers through to coal save from dust to dust to wind to desert to death i asked the world a
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it Got you everything I wanted when I wasn't sitting on it Kings cross hotshot Jesus Christ on web blog Cowboy in a cop shop Tiger in a
No No shapes at all Nothing real or artificial No energy or heat No troughs there are no peaks No hangover from last night No shame in first light No
up Had a smoke Angry yoke who spoke in tongues and dreamed a lot A chord a light a paralight abyss New tricks in moonlight Sad sumo A silly sea Counting
Walking on a dream How can I explain Talking to myself Will I see again We are always running for the thrill of it, thrill of it Always pushing up the
Walking on a dream How can I explain Talking to myself Will I see again We are always running for the thrill of it thrill of it Always pushing up the
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shore Waiting for the ship in call There's something in the way I move That keeps them on their own A star explodes a storm A billion seasons born A
: Walking on a dream How can I explain Talking to myself Will I see again We are always running for the thrill of it thrill of it Always pushing up