| I think that I would like to
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| Stroll down a street or two
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| Stop by some places that I know
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| And see whats become of me
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| Stay close and comfort
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| The winds that tear em up
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| Now, they’re breezing out to pasture
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| And I’m breezing in and out
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| Flow, let it flow
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| It’s just so mellow under my pillow
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| It’s just so mellow I’m surrounded by pillows
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| Don’t feel afraid
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| I’m a little out of sleep
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| Just me come to call
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| With my frozen teeth and melted lips
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| I will come and run to meet the sun
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| When my songs for the morning
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| And then I will smile upon you
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| With my peace and my yearning
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| Flow, let if flow
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| It, s just so mellow under my pillow
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| It, s just so mellow I’m surrounded by pillows
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| The sun was yellow
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| Beneath the streaming through the trees
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| Clouds are great pillows
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| Floating so grandly above the trees
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| Why is everybody so hollow
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| So I kill everything
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| Sweet worlds of angels
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| Sweet worlds of angels
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| Sweet worlds of angels
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| Some never never never die die
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| Sweet worlds of angels
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| Some never never never die die
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| Sweet worlds of angels
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| Some never never never die die
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| Beautiful angels
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| Don’t ever leave me behind
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| Your all too perfuming of my life
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| I think that I would like to
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| Stroll down a street or two
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| Stop by some places that I know
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| And see whats become of me |