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“Your Soul's a Jet” by Child/ren of the Pilgrimage
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Your soul's a jet and I'm a believer
Your inner magic dream of whistle and thunder
A crowd of empty street, an acrolite lushes
The sound of water falls within his reflection

Do do do...
Do do do...

We're dying alone just like you said
Your hands are warm
We're dying alone just like you said
In a crown of thorns

We could oversee it all
Mentioning, "We could oversee it all"

A coral cracks beneath the ocean
A downhill pour of stream less wisdom inside
A stratocasters feel assembled in stations
A loud and trembling strum from the greatest of the roosters

Do do do...
Do do do...

We're dying alone just like you said
Your hands are warm
We're dying alone just like you said
In a crown of thorns

I hear a voice from above
A light hits my room
I hear a voice from above
A light hits my room

An angel speaks unclear
With his feet above the ground
The night is consumed

Do do do...
Do do do...

Alone just like you said
Your hands are warm
Dying alone just like you said
In a crown of thorns

We could oversee it all
Mentioning, "We could oversee it all"
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