A book in February dreams
That don’t come true
Do you remember me?
I don’t remember you are you the one who likes to sing?
To some other one
We are driving on the ceiling
There are aliens on motorcycles
Riding on the radio
While they destroy the world
I said, oh, no, no, no
The future is sad
The news is dead
Elvis just went to Hollywood
That’s when everything went wrong
So long, good bye
It tastes like wedding cakes
The sound of nursery runs
The ghosts of wreckage…
You always love the one you have no memory of
We are driving on the ceiling
There are aliens on motorcycles
Riding on the radio
While they destroy the world
I said, oh, no, no, no
The future is sad
The news is dead
Elvis just went to Hollywood
That’s when everything went wrong
The guy of the night that brings the evacuation
People will scream, the movie stars and all the magazines
The basement takes somewhere far away
You have to save the strangers
The Rockies came and now we’re fading
We are driving on the ceiling
There are aliens on motorcycles
Riding on the radio
While they destroy the world
I said, oh, no, no, no
The future is sad
The news is dead
Elvis just went to Hollywood
That’s when everything went wrong
November promises it seems A book in February dreams That don’t come true Do you remember me? I don’t remember you are you the one who likes to sing? To some other one We are driving on the ceiling There are aliens on motorcycles Riding on the radio While they destroy the world I said, oh, no, no, no The future is sad The news is dead Elvis just went to Hollywood That’s when everything went wrong So long, good bye It tastes like wedding cakes The sound of nursery runs The ghosts of wreckage… You always love the one you have no memory of We are driving on the ceiling There are aliens on motorcycles Riding on the radio While they destroy the world I said, oh, no, no, no The future is sad The news is dead Elvis just went to Hollywood That’s when everything went wrong The guy of the night that brings the evacuation People will scream, the movie stars and all the magazines The basement takes somewhere far away You have to save the strangers The Rockies came and now we’re fading We are driving on the ceiling There are aliens on motorcycles Riding on the radio While they destroy the world I said, oh, no, no, no The future is sad The news is dead Elvis just went to Hollywood That’s when everything went wrong Explain Request ×
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