[Marc Bolan]
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[Take 4 of Highways (Misty Mist)]
Highways mine the mountains of the moon
Midnight is a sound singing Cupid's tune
Only seeing is believing in the temple of the sun
Where silver swords dug a misty morning fun
Jump as sunlight skims the sky
Downstairs radiation burns my eyes
Darkness is a sounds of the morning sun
And the misty mist despoils the morning fun
Now farewell lost love, black-gloved woman known
To the prince of lies, as a metal stone
The prince sees a smile, he smiles to her too
In the misty mist encircles both me and you
2 3 4
[Take 4 of Highways (Misty Mist)]
Highways mine the mountains of the moon
Midnight is a sound singing Cupid's tune
Only seeing is believing in the temple of the sun
Where silver swords dug a misty morning fun
Jump as sunlight skims the sky
Downstairs radiation burns my eyes
Darkness is a sounds of the morning sun
And the misty mist despoils the morning fun
Now farewell lost love, black-gloved woman known
To the prince of lies, as a metal stone
The prince sees a smile, he smiles to her too
In the misty mist encircles both me and you
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