| She just woke up, but she’s still tired
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| Is that the telephone ringing?
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| The curtains can’t hold back the light
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| That’s reachin' into her dreams
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| Down in her heart
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| If it had fingers, it’d be tearing it apart
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| You be lookin' groovy in a sixties movie
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| Maybe tell the press you died
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| Little legend baby
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| Try your very best to hide
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| A green-tinted sixties mind
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| She keeps some memories locked away
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| But they are always escaping
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| Neglect won’t make them fade away
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| They’re reaching into her dreams
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| Down in her heart
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| Don’t need fingers to be tearing it apart
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| Gotta face the day, there is no other way
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| To clear the fog inside your mind
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| Fill it up with dreams
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| But all that you can seem to find
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| A green-tinted sixties mind
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| Hangin' out with Janis
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| Movin' to Atlantis
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| Could’ve made it if you tried
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| What’s the point of force
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| It’s easy as a horse to ride
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| A green-tinted sixties mind
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| You be lookin' groovy in a sixties movie
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| Maybe tell the press you died
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| Little legend baby
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| Try your very best to hide
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| A green-tinted sixties mind |