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Sun washed papers roll down the alley way Golden embers across your skin Bricks paved along the gallery And theres nothing inside your head Ooooh ooh I'm waiting for your cue Ooooh ooh invite me to the room I've seen your visions and I've read your mind For all that I've seen there's nothing inside Is there a place that you'll call home When the sun goes down in that sullen (southern?) tone Ooooh ooh I'm waiting for your cue Ooooh ooh invite me to the room Ooooh ooh I'm waiting for you, for you Ooooh ooh I'm waiting for you, for you |