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Now my advice for those who dye: declare the pennies on your eyes.
Father McKenzie writing the words of a prayer that no one will hear.
Lying there and looking at the ceiling, waiting for a sleepy feeling.
There's people standing round who'll throw you in the ground.
I want her everywhere, and if she's beside me, I know I need never beware.
So we sailed up to the sun till we found the isle of green.
I know what it's like to be wet.
I'm so glad to know that she is mine.
You say you've seen seven colors and your bird is green.
You find that all the words of kindness remain on when she no longer needs you.
My friend works for the national help, Doctor Robert.
When you're here, all those words, they seem to fly away.
I was alone, I took a walk, I didn't know what I would find there.
Lay down all thoughts, surrender to the voice, it is shining, it is shining.
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