Your always flying around like in a daydream
Your eyes they are so red you're like a bad dream
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Your always flying around like in a daydream
Your eyes they are so red you're like a bad dream
No matter gay or grim;
it's those tiny little sparks
daily life that makes me
forget my wounded heart
It doesn't matter when
it may rain or it may shine
blurred memories of us
come back from time to time
Royksopp
Playing with my heart...
Need you tonight
Ooh just
Stop, this game you're playing