the lines on my face into suite madam blue and then you hit me with gilmour telling me so far away
oh cunning spoofy...
you beguiling me
tossing me
frosting me
taking advantage of my state
swirling into a slow fade
my soul soaring through the night sky hoping to
catch her dreaming the impossible
as sirens wail outside you rock me with astronomy
...maybe she will dream of me
hey
hey hey
one slip
...i should end this before i fall
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