They say she's coming back again
Falling from the sky
With her yellow distorted air
And her freedom eyes
Running out for to see her hands
Gathering their souls
I don't care about them anyway
I don't wanna go
I'll stay in my room all day long
Listening to Pink Floyd
Sing of an eiderdown
What it means I don't know
Watch them go again
Pretty lady of circumstances
Come on home
Lights wont follow you anywhere
Now your song is old
Aren't you tired of living this way ?
Taking your clothes off
Waring them back again
Don't you want to exchange you ways
For something else? So change

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