| I am the last conquistador
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| I am well meaning and intentions are earnest
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| I am the first to document
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| My route is new an my spirit enlightened
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| I kept hold for your letters
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| But maybe it would be better if they burn
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| Blueberries and dreams
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| Burst at the seams
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| My route was clear but a cloud fell upon me
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| Blueberries and dreams
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| Hollowed and squeezed
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| My route was clear but a cloud fell upon me
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| Stepped into darkness only stars left to guide me
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| Still I´m the last conquistador
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| I keep on going
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| Though the going ain´t easy
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| And now my mind´s in farrago
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| All jumbled up, in the promise of empire
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| I´m still searching for Beulah
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| And one day I will hold her in my arms
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| Blueberries and dreams
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| Burst at the seams
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| My route was clear but a cloud fell upon me
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| Blueberries and dreams
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| Hollowed and squeezed
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| I´m so delirious I´m oblivious to previous
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| Hallucinations of a fool, that deceived us
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| A combination of disease and confusion
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| My whole life´s work, was just an illusion
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| Blueberries and dreams
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| Burst at the seams
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| My route was clear but a cloud fell upon me
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| Blueberries and dreams
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| Hollowed and squeezed
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| A combination of disease and confusion
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| My whole life´s work, was just an illusion
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| Blue |