| The New York Times invents the news
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| I did not see where they were goin'
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| Behind the dyin' afternoon
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| I follow restlessly devoted
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| Tell me your mind
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| Tell me you’ll always follow
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| Send me a sign
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| Send me a smile like Charo
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| I need your lovin' eyes
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| At least your cyanide
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| I had a dream I saw a rainbow
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| I could have sworn I saw the sun pass by I had a dream I saw the pain go But what I hoped would be my rainbow
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| Was just a bruise on the sky
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| Hide in my closet feelin' trapped
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| This used to be a prime location
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| The heavens clap and then collapse
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| A melancholy invocation
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| Tell me your mind
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| Tell me you’ll always follow
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| Send me a sign
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| Send me a smile like Charo
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| I need your lovin' eyes
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| At least your cyanide
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| I had a dream I saw a rainbow
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| I could have sworn I saw the sun pass by I had a dream I saw the pain go But what I hoped would be my rainbow
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| Was just a bruise on the sky
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| I used to think about it When I say think, I mean satirize
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| I was extreme about it My dreams would bleed on the sun street cries
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| As if my whole darn soul
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| Was gripped in atomic eyes
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| I had a dream I saw a rainbow
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| I could have sworn I saw the sun pass by I had a dream I saw the pain go But what I hoped would be my rainbow
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| Was just a bruise on the sky
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| Bruise on the sky
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| Just a bruise on the sky |