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Hampstead Incident
Donovan
Standing by the Everyman, digging the rigging on my sail
Rain fell to sounds of harpsichords, to the spell of fairy tale.
The heath was hung in magic mists, enchanted dripping glades,
In the night time.
I'll taste a taste until my mind drifts from this scene and fades
On my lash there in my eye a star of light is caught.
Crystals sparkle in the grass, I polish them with thought
Fortunes told in grains of sand, here I am is all I know
Candy stuck in children's hair, everywhere I go
In the night time,
In the night time.
Anyone we ever make we always make in style. Yeah!
Gypsy is the clown of love, I paint his face a smile
And hands as quick as hate
Yeah, strange young girls with radar screenings, yeah,
I won't just now, later on maybe and even then I'll wait
In the night time,
In the night time.
Rain fell to sounds of harpsichords, to the spell of fairy tale.
I'll taste a taste until my mind drifts from this scene and fades
Standing by the Everyman, digging the rigging on my sail
The heath was hung in magic mists, enchanted dripping glades,
In the night time.
In the night time
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תודה, המערכת תבדוק את הקליפ ותוסיף אותו למאגר
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