Our temple lemon-flavored rain
She peels an orange on the Hunts Cross train
They're playing radios in garrish slums
She plays Vivaldi all night long
Telescope
Gyroscope
Periscope
Kaleidoscope eyes
Telescope
Gyroscope
Periscope
Kaleidoscope eyes
She's on the Northern Line
She can't stop
They're smokin' white stuff all night shop
She paints her toenails "Spectral Blue"
She's like a candle half burned through
Telescope
Gyroscope
Periscope
Kaleidoscope eyes
She peels an orange on the Hunts Cross train
They're playing radios in garrish slums
She plays Vivaldi all night long
Telescope
Gyroscope
Periscope
Kaleidoscope eyes
Telescope
Gyroscope
Periscope
Kaleidoscope eyes
She's on the Northern Line
She can't stop
They're smokin' white stuff all night shop
She paints her toenails "Spectral Blue"
She's like a candle half burned through
Telescope
Gyroscope
Periscope
Kaleidoscope eyes
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