When I touch your faceI never know who I'm looking atPlease me and hold yourself down...it'll kill you in the endlike sleepjust like sleepAnd I love your facebut never know just where you're atLeave me and knock yourself 'roundit'll kill you in the end this dreamthis dream like sleep"impossible", "Bride","golden mystery", "Prize"I could never wait in linebehind all your other menWhere's it going to end, this scene?This recycled dream?When will you love beingwhoever you really areElsa Green?We arechasing the wrong dream...You don't have to take the blame,you don't have to change your name,Elsa GreenWe arechasing the wrong dream...You don't need no cherrycoketo make it through the dayYou don't have to make your manfeel A-OKYou don't need permissionto love You anywayDon't trust history to tell you anything straight....
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