the symmetry of violence
when you're made of diamonds
too hard to get
too precious to keep
you know how to shatter into
beautiful pieces
shine in any color you please
my love is a real high flyer
my love is a dream on fire
my love is a tangled wire
my lucky star
falling right over me
bright over me
in my dream you watched me sleep
your face was sad
but your stare was sweet
though our eyes never did meet
i washed you from my morning sheets
my love is a real high flyer
my love is a dream on fire
my love is a tangled wire
my lucky star
falling right over me
bright over me
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