Well then I dreamed we were washed up in new guinea Castaways on a hostile shore Purple waves on the salty ocean breaking The music flowing underneath your bedroom door
Wouldn't you know it, that's a fact Wouldn't you know it, just in time for your vanishing act
I said hey isadora, get undressed As if that's any way to treat a guest Like the wild winds above us, frothing on the sky You'll become immortal on the day that you die
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