Do you want me on your mind or do you want me to go on I might be yours as sure as I can say Be gone be faraway
Roses on parade, they follow you down Upon your shore as sure as I can say Be gone be faraway Like fuel to fire
Into the town we go, into your hideaway Where the towers grow, gone to be faraway Sing quietly along
Pious words to cry into the under Up on your shore as sure as I can say Be gone be faraway Like fuel to fire
What a day to choose Torn by the hours All that I to you Is like fuel to fire
Into the town we go, into your hideaway Where towers grow, gone to be faraway Never do we know never do they give away Where the towers grow, only you will hear them say Sing quietly along Sing quietly along
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