In your dreams, in your bed in every one and in your head on the wall, it aint white in every letter that you write
In the way people talk in the shape of stones and rocks hes your hero, hes your God he listens to this song and nods.... and nods
In a voice, in a sound when you are happy when you are down it wi will pass, things wi will change but you dont want to hear that
In the scent of the air on the clothes that people wear you feel love, so does he and hes telling you, Imhere.... Imhere hes here.... hes here
Lalala, Lalala,......
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