| I don’t pretend to be afraid of magic
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| I call my shaman all the time
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| Even with the sadness on my lashes
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| Summer’s always on my mind
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| I dig a deeper hole in the forest
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| A place to plant a healing rose
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| I whisper to your face and your fashion
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| This is what I feared the most
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| I remember when we were close
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| Waiting for the dust to float
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| Waiting for the dust to float
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| Waiting for the dust to float
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| Didda, shoulda, woulda, coulda never again, everything different
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| I wanna thoughta, hadda been a better friend, a better friend
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| Didda, shoulda, woulda, coulda never again, everything different
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| Do you remember we made love on a sand dune
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| In the Puerto Rico overcast?
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| I’d often speak to you through the moon
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| And I guess I’ll have to go back to that
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| I was flying with a dragon in a daydream
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| I liked the way her scales wind
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| The flame of my new friend
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| Flickers nicely as it heats my inner apple pie
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| I’m glad we had the guts to fly
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| I’m glad we had the guts to fly
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| I’m glad we had the guts to fly
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| Didda, shoulda, woulda, coulda never again, everything different
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| I wanna thoughta, hadda been a better friend, a better friend
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| I wanna thoughta, hadda been a better friend, a better friend
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| I’m glad we had the guts to fly
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| I’m glad we had the guts to fly
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| I’m glad we had the guts to fly
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| Didda, shoulda, woulda, coulda never again, everything different
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| Didda, shoulda, woulda, coulda never again, everything different |