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In the cool evening breeze
Sweet perfume of burning leaves
An easy feeling has come to be
I let it wash all over me
Feel's like there's something going on
It's just a living thing
The moment you let it under your skin
You've got that living thing
Oh won't you let it in
Love comes on like a dream
Rocket fuel for soft machines
We have no secrets, no disguise
And there before our very eyes
See that there's something going on
It's just a living thing
The moment you let it under your skin
You've got that living thing
You got to let it in
It took
Sweet perfume of burning leaves
An easy feeling has come to be
I let it wash all over me
Feel's like there's something going on
It's just a living thing
The moment you let it under your skin
You've got that living thing
Oh won't you let it in
Love comes on like a dream
Rocket fuel for soft machines
We have no secrets, no disguise
And there before our very eyes
See that there's something going on
It's just a living thing
The moment you let it under your skin
You've got that living thing
You got to let it in
It took
All the children testified that Miss Macbeth
wore a fishbone slide in her cobweb tresses
Her eyes were black like first foot coal, clutched
as white as chalk-dust
Her fingers sweated india-ink and poison-pen
letters
There is a hungry hanging tree, just below your
bedroom window
You can hear her take a broom to beat out a
tattoo on the ceiling
Her bloodless face ran red inside but was she
really evil, was she only pantomime
Now the chalk on the wall says that somebody
saves, that somebody's face has just been
washed off the pavement duży lotek wyniki losowania Mirrorball
wore a fishbone slide in her cobweb tresses
Her eyes were black like first foot coal, clutched
as white as chalk-dust
Her fingers sweated india-ink and poison-pen
letters
There is a hungry hanging tree, just below your
bedroom window
You can hear her take a broom to beat out a
tattoo on the ceiling
Her bloodless face ran red inside but was she
really evil, was she only pantomime
Now the chalk on the wall says that somebody
saves, that somebody's face has just been
washed off the pavement duży lotek wyniki losowania Mirrorball