your buzzing bizarre eyes were racing with the cars on the highway . we're you winning ?
or were we dreaming again , my bedtime lover .
do you want to run away , away , away ?
we can have a picnic on the sun , can't we .
our dance lessons will begin at four thirty , early , i know . but the moon will thank us for using her skin like a love machine
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we both know nothing works out .
we will never be happy , not one hundred percent .
and that there is the sick reality .
we will never be together and content .