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Jellyfish
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Russian Hill
Lyricist:Roger Manning, Andy Sturmer
I dreamt about a tranquil Sunday drive A sensory lullaby We trade the comics, cartoons and magazines For pistons and gasoline
We see the road from the bedside Parked under the sunshine We feel the warmth of the engine, so we climb inside And take it to the motorway
Watch the clouds turn into faces, it's fun to play Shift the gears for years and age a single day Until we spill onto Russian Hill
Past cathedrals filled with God's favorite guests Dirty hands feel clean when dressed in their Sunday best Treeline village, oh, so heavenly Cross a bridge of gold to landscapes of juniper Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
Only Eden is for millionaires
Watch the clouds turn into faces, it's fun to play Shift the gears for years and age a single day Until we spill onto Russian Hill
I'm pulling through the last stoplight We head home past the shoreline And through the rear view mirror it all melts away 'Til we're helpless
Watch the clouds turn into faces, it's fun to play (We're hopeless) We shift the gears for years and age a single day (It fades away) For like curtains close this sunset matinee A dream fulfilled on Russian Hill
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