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She dreams in color, wears her freedom like handcuffs, too royal to notice me. So I keep my visions of sepia-tone heavens and gardens rotting at my feet. She speaks with an accent, beautiful and crescent, like a foreign moonbeam.

And when morning comes I'll be sober in the sickening sunshine.
each life I've lived will be over by the time I look in her eyes.
Those eyes.

Lady Opal breathes nice in the microphones each night while the crowd goes wild. But I stay at home at night dreaming of a love like hers, maybe in the next life.

I can't wait to be a ghost, conquering the confused.
Floating through halls and haunting each room.

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from Another Drunk Conquistador, released February 7, 2015

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