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You were in white
I was in gray
I was doing circles at the foot of your golden mane
You were making speeches
You were naming names
Somewhere in your eye I think I see the flicker
Of a man who's slain
Oh--I want to run to you
Oh--I want to run to you
Oh--I want to run to you
I want to run to you
Little sister Mandy
Is a little bit strange
She thinks she's a satellite
I can understand that
You're not to blame
I can see the pilot holding your love
With a silver rein
Mandy's in the whitehouse
Gregory's in sales
Me and old Cissy are p*ssing on the family tree
I'll save you my speeches
If you save me your name
Eyes in the orbit fixed on the first thing
To set them free