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Fairytales and fantasies
To dreamland we fly
Stoned as hell you’d be
Once we get there tonight
On a magic carpet we rode
Up and down the clouds of hope
Casting shadows down below
Through rivers, valleys and slopes
Feel your blood rising
As we go further up
Exhiliration running down u’r spine
Neither of us wanted to stop.
To dreamland we fly
Stoned as hell you’d be
Once we get there tonight
On a magic carpet we rode
Up and down the clouds of hope
Casting shadows down below
Through rivers, valleys and slopes
Feel your blood rising
As we go further up
Exhiliration running down u’r spine
Neither of us wanted to stop.
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