” Gold and silver and sunshine is rising up, pour yourself another cup of Lady Grey… Take my hand in the meantime, when you’ve had enough, you’ll find me on the end of a runway, babe… Tell the world that you love them in a melody, send my old piano and a telegram. Gotta get me a doctor with a remedy I’m gonna talk a walk with the Monkey Man… Someone tell me I’m dreaming, the freaks are rising up through the floor… Everything I believe in, is telling me that I want more, more, more… “

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