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All eyes ablaze We saw her in the old light, whoa, in the old light Seventy years to fly closer to sunlight, whoa, to the sunlight She sings to the stereo, making dirty pictures with her hands in the lamplight And knows where the mourners go We'll sing a coronet, bringing her back from the grey light Climb through the car of girls Screaming through the streets, hard at his lungs And computer listens to everything, whispering asleep if there's a drift from old mall Years are a trifling thing Passing in an eye's blink, whoa, in an eye's blink Forty five years go by in nothing but a day's time, whoa, in a day's time Take take take take take take All eyes ablaze He saw her in the old light, whoa, in the old light Seventy years to fly closer to the sunlight, whoa, closer to the sunlig- From Letras Mania