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, I can't rest here, I can't rest here I dreamed of a I dreamed of a circle, I dreamed of a circle round I dreamed of a circle, I dreamed of a circle
Перевод: Идена мост. Многолетние мечты.
Перевод: Идена мост. Fly On A Dream Радуга.
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: I dreamed of a circle, I dreamed of a circle round. And in that circle I had made were all the worlds unformed and unborn yet. A volume, a sphere
I dreamed of a circle, I dreamed of a circle round. And in that circle I had made were all the worlds unformed and unborn yet. A volume, a sphere that
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got stabbed in the back with a knife by my friend tried and I tried to be faithful to them you are not my friend I should kill you beat you black blue
We Are The Star Demons, Reaching Out Yeah, We Want To Touch Your World, We Are the Dream Makers, Pure And Sweet Yeah, We're Gonna Change Your World.
Bring him home again I dream of rain I dream of gardens in the desert sand I wake in pain I dream of love as time runs through my hand I dream of rain
discussing me 'Others steal your thoughts they're not confined within your mind.' Thought disorder Dream control Now they read my mind on the radio But where was the Garden of Eden
of eden We're born again Dead Forever we are Forever we've been Forever we'll be crucified to a dream The nightside of eden In the nightside of eden
LIKE THIS SHOULD NEVER EXIST THEN WHY ARE WE OUT OF CONTROL I SEE SMOKE FROM THE EDEN FIRE WATCH IT GOING HIGHER AND HIGHER You pulled me up from the dream
I dream of rain I dream of gardens in the desert sand I wake in pain I dream of love as time runs through my hand I dream of fire These dreams are tied
us through From darkness 'til dawn Though we sleep as two We're dreaming as one, dreaming as one Oh now baby, dreaming as one, Oh yeah, dreaming as
Mit 17 hat man noch TräumeDa wachsen noch alle BäumeIn den Himmel der Liebe Mit 17 kann man noch hoffenDa sind die Wege noch offenIn den Himmel
happenings turn up to scare Out of thin air I stare into the space I'm out of place Part of the machine Is all a virtual dream? As cold as ice in this