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Jericho - The Monkees

I was married with a rainbow, so I'm told

But the world in the radio we're all doomed to grow old

One hand that show me, and the other on my old

Got the mess of resurrection, doomed to grow old

We are secret souls

Spent time in my tower, looking out to sea

With the cold beside me and the sorry keeping

I have nothing to get through

But you already know

Sometime in the sorrow you are growing old

We are secret souls

Take the winds in the south side

I have nothing to call my own

Walking the earth from my windshield and I joke old

Take the winds in the south side

I have nothing to call my own

Walking the earth from my windshield and I joke old

We are secret souls