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maybe my missile's been misguided...how'd it get from me to you? space invaded uninvited... all hung up in hindu blue
with all illusion subdivided... between the lines you might see through... across
the river deep and wide... nowhere to hide from hindu blue
in which your heart may be delighted... it's all inside you hindu blue it might be something new something more for you to carry you might need it more than i do but i know now i need it too... hindu blue |