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Sad, I've descended the furthest Can;t get no noose Couldn't listen to all despair Heaven, on the shoulders I've danced We gt lost in the hands Of men or aunts I keep thinking that somehow I read you at last I'll open the content And see through the glass Send, do you remember when We felt high on Disney Land We said we were psychic friends Stay, lets circle your path Thick prints coming around again But the rest moves to the stands I keep thinking that somehow I read you at last I'll open the content And see through the glass Letras de cancionesI keep thinking that somehow I read you at last I'll open the content And see through the glass From Letras Mania