A wandering soul in the heart of Avalon
One of the few attractions of dried plaster
The way she'd touch and smell
Do you have anyone living here with you
Thought for a while of o goosebumps experiential
I never had a garden like this
And it's meant to stay that way
The instrument apart without a sound
But I wanted to leave, and so here I am
Even if I had to walk the whole way
I would somehow have to make it
Boy, more like this
Thought for a while of o goosebumps experiential
I never had a garden like this
And it's meant to stay that way
The instrument apart without a sound
It always made me feel welcome
Ruling over water and fire
Trembling a lot today
Trembling and sweating
Thought for a while of o goosebumps experiential
I never had a garden like this
And it's meant to stay that way
The instrument apart without a sound
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