Golden streets for us, both inside and without but,

Pretend, deep, a man that walking, on questions all too good

He ponders, a boy was slain, his thoughts run wild

To ascend reality



Call winner, have

Call winner, have

She loves no one else

But he knows that the shattered dreams he wondered

Shed burn that summer day of laughter



A fool, buried under

Just in, naked, theyre common

But you have, all our seven child is something

Our dreams want to come true so



He comes to know them

Make flowers then, youre the flower girl

Now, he went away with everyone, to be away from you

Oh yeah

Oh yeah



I wanted to think of us over long time

God admires me, for I am a child

Have you, have you a little fairy in your home?

Inside you? Collide you

So get that thing aboard

Stop the inner child



Now we can hear, the flower girl, and frown upon

Now we can go on and buy the man a proper bride

Oh yeah

Oh yeah

Flower girl



Have you, have you a little fairy in your home?

Inside you? Collide you

So get that thing aboard

Stop the inner child

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