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Greg Dean: Music


(Greg Dean)

You were there in the bottle of life
You were there at the bottom
the bottom of time
you will crest as you’re waving goodbye
you will break, you will foam
you will wash out/fade in time

I’m paris dreaming
So come around and get it now
I’m forever scheming
To saddle up and ride it out
I can’t decide
I’m paralyzed

You’re a friend you’re a puzzle of mine
I can find every piece
But I can’t make/get it right
In the end you will cure me with brine
So will I stay like a doll in somebody’s shrine

by Greg Dean copyright 2005 ASCAP