Kevin_Worley:
....to hear the softly spoken magic spell
Kevin_Worley:
Who knows which is which, and who is who
Kevin_Worley:
All that you touch, and all that you feel.....
Kevin_Worley:
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Kevin_Worley:
Welcome my son, welcome to the Machine
Kevin_Worley:
Running over the same old ground.....
Kevin_Worley:
Did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Kevin_Worley:
You reached for the secret too soon, you cried for the moon
Kevin_Worley:
Sitting in an English garden, waiting for the sun
Kevin_Worley:
Living is easy with eyes closed