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 around
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
upon your shore
as sure as I can say
be gone be faraway
oh what a day to choose
torn by the hours
all that I say to you
is like fuel to fire
into the town we go
into your hideaway
where the 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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