Song For Dana Plato Paroles

it's the unmistakable scent of brilliantine

what kind of memory serves, what kind of world is it,

that comes headlong at you, then swerves at the last possible second?

it's this one. it's this one.



And it's easy to slow down

and it's easy to slow down

and it's easy to just lie out by the blue pools

in the squinting sun and slow down

and it's easy to slow down.
think of life as one long continuous evening

that never turns into night.

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