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HIDDEN IN A SONG
She's waiting for a latecomer train
in the puddles of my mind.
I feel her ink under my nails
but my paper is still white.
A spiteful tune of a windy day
could give him a nice surprise
a timid touch to her silky hair,
it's a poem out of time
Dance smartly on my strings.
Slide slowly on my skin.
In the pockets of a child
the umble value of a dime
has the shine of the finest gold
hidden in a song.
I still paint her honey smile
with the clouds of cotton skies
She's a phoenix in my cry,
she rises from my burned desires
Dance smartly on my strings.
Slide slowly on my skin.
In the pockets of a child
the umble value of a dime
has the shine of the finest gold
hidden in a song.
In the pockets of a child
the umble value of a dime
has the shine of the finest gold
hidden in a song.
She's waiting for a latecomer train
in the puddles of my mind.
I feel her ink under my nails
but my paper is still white.
