| Mosquito
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| Lovestone Blind
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| Where does the weather go when I see blue around the gold
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| Circling the atmosphere in California clear?
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| Where does the time go when today turns into long ago?
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| Where are all the colors when a rainbow disappear?
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| Someone’s singing today I really don’t know, I will never
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| Light the night to make it like the day, it really won’t glow
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| It really won’t
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| Make a line to make it mind the time, they really won’t go
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| Where they ever?
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| I stand surrounded here, imaginary interfere
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| Supersonic architecture Spanish castle cream
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| Press my hands against my ears to try to make the voices clear
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| An acrobatic, symphonic helicopter scream
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| All that shines will come in time
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| Never mind all that’s left behind
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| Lovestone blind, well still is mine
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| Here I find my piece of mind
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| Now they look into the eyes of a silver screen can of lies
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| The city streets are the golden cage of the sleeping flies
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| Wings pounding to the concrete dance of stamping shoes
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| Gold seeping from the hand of the unamused
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| Down though the smoke to the trash scattered to the ground
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| Cut through the smell of the sirens screaming through the town
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| Kneeling down to the healing fix of a hypodermic crucifix
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| Hanging from the choking throats of giant stack of broken bricks |