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Wonderin' In Placid Paradise

You’re my drug of delight, You make me feel alright… You make me feel right tonight You don’t feel my mind with fright We’re a fine pair… We’re on a good start, lifting my self-esteem We’re playin’ fair We’re doing this together as a terrific team I’m high like a kite Reaching a heavenly height Wonderin’ in the clouds Tears of joy shrouds… My eyes, my eyes look at you My tears, my tears are the shade of blue Your spirits are the shade of blue Get it over with – you’re still a part of my crew What got into me that day When I felt dismay, Breaking my hopes apart I need a genuine, zealous heart On my own, I breathe in solitude On my own, I hover around you I’m in a good mood…not feeling ashamed and nude I’m alone again, I can’t find my shoe So, I slip into someone’s shoe There’s something new I know why you are feeling blue You’re feeling blue Because you want a friend…someone new Shadows of you brew in my brain Lost in paradise, acting insane You’re nowhere to be found in this rainy terrain You’re as sweet as sugar cane Hold me tight Tonight, we take flight Everything will be alright You’re a sundrenched sight Tainted love…our love isn’t a tainted love Is not shown in your eyes that look forward to the resurrection You dream-like, tranquil dove – Take wing and echo your empathy toward my direction Whisper not your fairytale of lies Tell me there’s a celestial, mesmerizin' future in store Never bid me your heartless goodbyes You and I will be guided by God’s loving hands We will be washed away by a serene shore and the grand lands will be as one, for we're in God's hands And we're gonna reunite…tonight... We’ll be fightin' the good fight While we’re wonderin’ in Placid Paradise

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