LYRIC

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I dream, such a pretty dream
and scarlet tango
… of you, when you were sixteen
Me, when I am old

My life is like a Scrapbook of ghosts
Sweet girl, a lips speak to me in travels and hell
of sun, and see, and sand
of tales and the clapped of us

I dream of an Angel of touch
My dream is my future, my past like a Scrapbook of ghosts

My life is my future and my past
I dream, such a pretty dream of scarlet tango
and bed when I was sweet sixteen.
Myself when I am old.

My life is a Scrapbook of ghosts
My life is a Scrapbook of ghosts like my future, my past
My life is my future
my past…

My life is like a Scrapbook of ghosts
My life is like a Scrapbook of ghosts

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