| You’re living in a dream mist made of pink perfume
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| You hurt behind the mask of Sunday afternoons
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| You’ll never see the real world, never find out why
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| You live a life of feathers, flying in a cloud
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| Your mind is like a jungle, overgrown with flowers
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| You’ll never see the real life, never learn to cry
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| You’re floating through the lost world of other people’s dreams
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| You see the world through diamonds made of plasticine
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| You never see the real things, never find out why
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| Your thoughts are bubbles bursting out of golden foam
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| You’re sheltered from the sunlight by making love your home
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| You never see the real life, never learn to cry
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| You’re living in a dream mist made of pink perfume
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| You live a life of feathers, flying in a cloud
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| You’re floating through the lost world of other people’s dreams
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| Your thoughts are bubbles bursting out of golden foam
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| You’re sheltered from the sunlight… |