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I did not see where they were goin'
Behind the dyin' afternoon
I follow, restlessly devoted
Tell me you're mine
Tell me you'll always follow
Send me a sign
Send me a smile like Charo's
I need your lovin' eyes
At least your cyanide
I had a dream I saw a rainbow
I coulda sworn I saw the sun pass by
I had a dream I saw the pain go
But what I hoped would be my rainbow
Was just a bruise on the sky
Hide in my closet, feeling trapped
This used to be a prime location
The heavens clap and then collapse
A melancholy invocation
Tell me you're mine
Tell me you'll always follow
Send me a sign
Send me a smile like Charo's
I need your lovin' eyes
At least your cyanide
I had a dream I saw a rainbow
I coulda sworn I saw the sun pass by
I had a dream I saw the pain go
But what I hoped would be my rainbow
Was just a bruise on the sky
I used to think about it
When I say "think," I mean "satirize"
I was extreme about it
My dreams would bleed on the sun-streaked vines
As if my whole darn soul
Was gripped in atomic eyes
I had a dream I saw a rainbow
I coulda sworn I saw the sun pass by
I had a dream I saw the pain go
But what I hoped would be my rainbow
Was just a bruise on the sky
Bruise on the sky
Just a bruise on the sky