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High, in Castille,
Lives senora Dali alone.
And higher still she keeps her gallery.
Distance means nothing to me.
-ee-aha-ee-aha-oo,
-ee-aha-ee-aha-oo...
Debris everywhere,
Gazing. It's amazing.
Ferry me over,
Ferry me over,
Ferry me over
The music, Dali.
Deeper here lies hidden
Answers and treasures for him.
"Oh, I prefer absence," said she,
"My heart grows fonder alone."
-ee-aha-ee-aha-oo,
-ee-aha-ee-aha-oo...
Debris everywhere,
Gazing. It's amazing.
Ferry me over,
Ferry me over,
Ferry me over
The music, Dali.