She keeps stumbling through the night
She knows the demons that she will have to fight
She keeps floating through the park
She she wears flowers when the sun has left its sparks
Still waiting for the perfect day
A hideout she adores
But she seems to fade away
Can’t reach her anymore
She’s not quite from this world
Her ways are twisted and twirled
She will not quite understand
Living on the edge of this strange land
She keeps dreaming of a home
She will be ceasing to drift through time alone
She keeps waiting full of hope
She is gazing through her blue kaleidoscope
Still waiting for the perfect day
A hideout she adores
But she seems to fade away
Can’t reach her anymore
She’s not quite from this world
Her ways are twisted and twirled
She will not quite understand
Living on the edge of this strange land
And she can see beyond the world of material oh yeah
And she will be within the world of ethereal oh yeah
`cause she’s not quite from this world…
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