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Invisible company, a house of smoke and stale perfume
She makes her seventh cup of tea, I stalk desperately from room to room
Like two strangers on a train, neither one will hardly speak
I dreamt a dream of old Havana, she played the blues upon my grand piano
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You skyjack my soul, hijack my screams, kidnap my baby, so handsome
Youve stolen my bank (?) million dollar dreams
Demanding my life as your ransom
Stamped her foot, clinched her fist, closed her face and slashed her wrist
I pretend (?), the little (?) bee around my lotus
Which that we could travel more, lifes become a bloody bore
It would be so nice to everyone, weve never been on holiday
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Little sailor lost in space, navigating through the storms
How I hope that you will find a place where you can heel the scars