I feel free, I feel free. . Feel, when I dance with you, we move like the sea. You, you're all I want to know. I feel free, I feel free, I feel free. .
Crow Sheryl. Live From Central Park. White Room. Ah, in a white room with black curtains, near the stations. Blackroof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings.
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I feel free, I feel free, I feel free. I feel free, I feel free, I feel free. I feel free, I feel free, I feel free. . Feel when I dance with you. We move like the sea.
Head into the sun you ain't the only one. To miss the last train back to your life. Head into the sun all that the night has done. Will fade if you hang on really tight.
We've seen so many towns. Where the trains don't ever stop. Though we hear all night sounds. There's no side left to the shop. Nothing but changes of face.
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In the white room with black curtains in the station. Black roof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings. Silver horses, brightening moonbeams in your dark eyes.
Dancing on air. We'll be there 'til the close of the day. Try anyway. But you can't keep the magic away. . People say it's not real. Don't seem to have any feelings.
In a white room. With black curtains. Near the stations. Blackroof country. No gold pavements. Tired starlings. Silver horses. Ran down moonbeams. In your dark eyes.
Welcome... to the Madhouse.... Here ghost wail and moan. Skeletons rattle trying to escape there prisoning coffins (Wicked Shit). Grimlins and skulls gasp a death (ICP Tech N9ne).
In the white room with black curtains near the station. Black roof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings. Silver horses ran down moonbeams in your dark eyes.
In a white room with black curtains, near the stations. Black roof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings. Silver horses run down moonbeams in your dark eyes.