Country boy
Lost in the hills
Of New York City
Never dreamed
That this madness
Could look so pretty
Magic happens though...
When you're
Hopelessly In love with Yoko
You can see the dreams
Piled high
Into the sky
I just want her brown eyes
Casting spells
On me
Till the day I die
Love into prisms
Will go
Wherever they go
As I remain...
Hopelessly in love
With my Yoko
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