Catch to fly plane says goodbye she doesn't know where she's from just hears the rhythm of a foreign drum home is where the heart is.
We leave, return something inside burns the day turns down like a handsome quilt. Will she leave, stay or just pass forth something inside me burns.
Like a quiet little fire the memories desire to come and go as they will. We sit softly and hum to that rhythmic drum when thinking of her and even higher.
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I have technicolor dreams and a broken keypad
You wanted to know why Aida was so sad and there were 33 stars in the 1861 flag
Let satyagraha ring
The truth is like a diamond shining like a star
We see it sometimes when we're counting our scars
Sometimes near and sometimes far
From somewhere in the sky
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