I've been there and I've seen with those eyes
Green with
They play guitars underneath the sky, I've seen it all
Close your eyes and wait to hear your name like
I am not a fortune teller, I am not your
I was sitting on a southbound plane,
I was buried
Is it the color of your eyes? Is it the
Blue lady on a chair by the window, thinking how
If we share this road for a portion of our
Try as I may to believe it, it's something that
There were pictures everywhere
And my teacher said that this was
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