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I think a dream parasite won't come back.
who painted my hands and face blue.
And the speed-wind forecast left me.
And made me fly in the endless sky.
I'll fly, oh, I'll sing, oh.
I think a dream parasite won't come back.
who painted my hands and face blue.
And the speed-wind forecast left me.
And made me fly in the endless sky.
I'll fly, oh, I'll sing, oh.