| Cascading down right through my head
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| Epiphany of you in bed
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| Your secrets told is yours to keep
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| To greet me back from sleep
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| It’s just a thing, but never mind
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| It’s just a darkness out of my kind
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| That you’re not mine, but one of foe
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| Inseminario
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| It’s just a dream, I’m pretty sure
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| They’re just sentiments that needs a cure
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| That they are not truth’s bestowed on me
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| Fantasies or telepathy?
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| It’s just a thing, but never mind
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| It’s just a darkness of my kind
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| That 'tis not mine your diamond glow
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| Scenario
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| Every waking hour
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| I see Barry Manilow
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| And think of all the power
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| A Broadband tween hour pillows
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| Cascading down right through my head
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| Epiphany of you in bed
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| Your secrets told is yours to keep
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| To greet me back from sleep
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| It’s just a thing, but never mind
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| It’s just a darkness of my kind
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| That you’re not mine, but one of foe
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| Inseminario
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| It’s just a thing, but never mind
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| It’s just a darkness of my kind
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| That I’m not thine in flames of woe
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| Scenario |