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Psychic Friends
Sit, it's December twenty-first, Can't get no worse The colors since you all dispersed
Here, on the shortest of days I got lost in the haze Of old memories
I keep thinking that somehow I'll reach you at last I'll open the curtains And see you through the glass
Sit, do you remember when We got high at Disneyland And said we were psychic friends? 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网
Still, this sociopathic prince Has been coming around again But the rest moves to the Styx
I keep thinking that somehow I'll reach you at last I'll open the curtains And see you through the glass
I keep thinking that somehow I'll reach you at last I'll open the curtains And see you through the glass
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