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I’ll escape from reality
Too many years I’ll travel through
To my eyes I’ll always see
And in my ears will listen to Will listen to Ooo-oooh, ooo-oooh
Off again to somewhere new
Close the door of your new roof
And my toes and in my thies (dyen)
And to teath her when I’m here
But I’m not here in my girl’s clothing
In my stereo, a view master