Walk with me down to the seashore let's climb inside the golden sun whose touch feels like a molten shroud that seems to cover you and you're the things you do oh my sweetpea I dream of blissful sleep I've been transfixed by a countdown seduced by the TV so turn away Anubis and me and you won't you come let us be together cause life's too short to remain apart we all need a hand to hold to and a friend to look up to oh my sweetpea I'll give you golden oars to transcend from the sunbeams and up into galaxies let's turn them on

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Writer(s): SEL BALAMIR