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I don't that you won't quit this notion
of the carnival
but what the is in your potion
that's made you so
So I cannot make a blind from
much a cool millennium, but I'd
rather feel the heat of August
than be sheltered and
So move out of bed of roses, now
I'm in a bed of nails,
'cause missiles, guns and rubber
will me in jail
This paradise is crumbling
here to Wilshire Boulevard
but the rubble over you are stumbling
just isn't that
did you do with all that grace, now?
what did you do with all my
makes you think that just 'cause you dress bright
it means you shine?
So out of your bed of roses now
I'm putting in a bed of
'cause when whole production closes
innocence fails
(and we supposed to)
SHINE...like half never shone
SHINE...like half never known.