Don't want to be your airplane Flying you around the world Giving you something to believe After your dreams have gone to bed Seeing mama's marmalade eyes Lighting up the sky You could feel her Heavenly hard Beating on the eye Don't want to be a boogieman Looking for a place to hide Hoping that you turn out the lights So i could crawl into your mind Seeing mama's marmalade eyes Lighting up the sky You could feel her Heavenly hard Beating on the eye Don't want to be a greyhound bus Taking you in the night to find a city you can trust To make all the wrong seem right
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