I wonder, how's it gonna be when you don't know me.
Pretty much, I have the coolest friends ever.
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- I wonder, how's it gonna be when you don't know me.
- I saw the scene unfold on a rainy Sunday.
- There's a low moon caught in your tangles.
- Here's a hand to lay on your open palm today.
- Of angels and angles.
- The stars, the moon, they have all been blown out.
- My kind's your kind, I'll stay the same.
- No, they'll never catch me now.
- Oh, the dashboard melted, but we still have the ra...
- Well I'll float on maybe would you understand?
- I'm yours, and suddenly you're mine.
- Old gypsy woman spoke to me, lips stained red from...
- We travel without seatbelts on, we live this close...
- I've been waiting, pacing along the halls ever sin...
- And when she sings, I hear a symphony.
- We're kings among run aways.
- In matching blue raincoats.
- She came to my show just to hear about my day.
- And we don't care about the young folks.
- There are angels in your angles.
- There's no people like show people
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