A sunny day in their chariot
Were they waving back to you?
Losing touch, not that much
She was running back to you, to you
No more
But you said that your sweet time is spent
Nobody knows how close it will come
My heart in your hands
You build a plane to take a land you divide
A sunny day in their chariot
Were they waving back to you?
Women chasers, a scarlet lamp
He will be taken, but they'll all love him back
A sunny day in their chariot
Were they waving back to you?
One last call
One last call

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