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The Journey

The Pretty Things

City it leaves without traces
Blind sparrows carry me.
Resting my head on a rainbow
High in a tree.

Laughing at me.
Crying at me.
Seeing through me.

In mirrors of tears Im reflected
White naked figures twist the key.
Turning my thoughts into shadows.
Playing on the walls of me.

Laughing at me.
Crying at me.
Seeing through me

Composição: John Alder/Phil May/Dick Taylor/Wally Allen Waller





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