Lily I hope you picture me in your dreams
Put down your King James Bible
You don't need no kings
Close your eyes, baby I'll try mine
Echoes through the phone
Far from this
Lily dreams on
Think back to fields of Catherine
You used to play
I swore I heard you laughing
And almost say
Put your marrows down, take away the past
And let the past be gone
Far from this
Lily dreams on
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