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Hey Blue, Black All Night, I walk in the room.I dream like tulip in a garden of gloomGirls are jealous and boys are drawnWhile she's leaving I'm already goneA 100 Sigmund Freuds can't describe what I'm onLike a kid who cries crazy when his mother is goneI'm a sleepless soul awake'Cause I can't take my mind off her pretty faceShe's so cool that she could walk right through meI'd tell a lie but she would see right through meWish I could fly and make it up to her treeShe's so cool that she could walk right through meWhen she plays her flute it sounds so sweetThe peasants bow down cause she's eliteShe's the reason why poets write their songA demented love story that goes all wrongI see her walking and loose controlA blues man singing without a soulI'm asleep but so awake'Cause I can't take my mind off her pretty faceShe's so cool that she could walk right through meI'd tell a lie but she would see right through meWish I could fly and make it up to her treeShe's so cool that she could walk right through me From Letras Mania