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We go to sleep at night Into a bed of light Free from unrest You held your shoulders high Let out an ancient cry Free from your chest I remember paradise Up where the angels fly Life at the crest And we will be there again Somewhere towards the end No regrets The curtains, covers, sheets, and veils Do their best to hide the trail But when you turn to find the road You can’t go home, you can’t go home Remеmber, it was paradise You took your own advice That was it You livеd inside in your telephone A place you could be alone And champ at the bit Now you are fully grown Letras de cancionesYou make your feelings known Boy, do they stick And now you’re just some device People will look at twice And soon forget You clocked a master on the bus The object of some ancient lust He showed you many ancient texts And ancient ways to catch your breath You long for a stronger life Something that’s more precise Something ideal You mourn for a world that was A child in you lives because It’s something you feel Unbearable though it seems This is the shape of dreams Bent to a wheel And now they are mobilized Cut down and fantasize Something real Paradise That was it Telephone Champ at the bit Fully grown Boy, do they stick And now you’re just some device People will look at twice And soon forget Curtains, covers, sheets, and veils Do their best to cloak the trail But when you turn to find the road You can’t go home, you can’t go home From Letras Mania