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Just another day in the Milky Way,
Just another night in the dark cafe,
You look down from the mezzanine,
I would be your Limosine,
And I know where to go,
Where to go?

And if I should ever hold you in my arms,
I know that you would be set free,
I close the door, and wander through your landscape,
It's too late,  aloft in your soft detonation

Just another storm on the northern sea,
Just another hole in reality,
She got the spirit, she got the notion,
No containing our emotion,
Becalmed  in extacy,

And if I should ever hold you in my arms,
I know that you would be set free,
I close the door, and wander through your landscape,
It's too late,  aloft in your soft detonation

Just another step in the oddessy,
Just another pilgrim in the apple tree,
You emerge from your provinence,
Bathing in the confluence,
As I remain submerged
Remain submerged...

And if I would ever hold you in my arms,
I know that you would be set free,
I close the door, and wander through your landscape,
It's too late,  aloft in your soft detonation,
Lost in your soft detonation






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