and you will be loved
Close your eyes and we can float away,
All alone through this crowded place.
are you a little bit bruised?
Friday, December 3, 2010 | 8:50 PM | 0 comments
Let's get rich, and buy our parents homes in the South of France.
Let's get rich, and give everybody nice sweaters,
And teach them how to dance.
Let's get rich, and build our house on a mountain,
Making everybody look like ants.
From way up there, you and I
You and I.

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