I can paint the most beautiful delusions You may never want to leave
Sounds like a lyric. Turn it into a song, sing it when the blues grip ya... in the dark nights on the streets we roam. I'll even try to sing along, but not too loud... you've got a much better voice, and it's you they've all come to see.
Me? I'm just a lucky fan who get's to go backstage from time to time. Don't look for me in the audiance, I won't always be there... but say my name, and look over your shoulder.
I know a nice sushi restaurant we can go to dodge the lime light for a bit.
Just say the word, as always... It's all just waiting on your word.
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You may never want to leave
Sounds like a lyric. Turn it into a song, sing it when the blues grip ya... in the dark nights on the streets we roam. I'll even try to sing along, but not too loud... you've got a much better voice, and it's you they've all come to see.
Me? I'm just a lucky fan who get's to go backstage from time to time. Don't look for me in the audiance, I won't always be there... but say my name, and look over your shoulder.
I know a nice sushi restaurant we can go to dodge the lime light for a bit.
Just say the word, as always... It's all just waiting on your word.
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