Текст песни Iridescent Shadows - Kevin Johnson
                                                    I 
                                                remember 
                                                warm 
                                                Septembers
 
                                    
                                
                                                Creeping 
                                                down 
                                                an 
                                                August 
                                                highway
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                    a 
                                                worn-out, 
                                                trusted 
                                                buddy, 
                                                someone 
                                                called 
                                                    a 
                                                car
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                    I 
                                                remember 
                                                Queensland 
                                                backroads 
                                                shining 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                sun
 
                                    
                                
                                                Like 
                                                the 
                                                million 
                                                stars
 
                                    
                                
                                                Shining 
                                                in 
                                                our 
                                                eyes 
                                                for 
                                                the 
                                                things 
                                                we'd 
                                                never 
                                                done
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                meant 
                                                to
 
                                    
                                
                                                Bobby 
                                                Jones 
                                                and 
                                                Billy 
                                                Soames
 
                                    
                                
                                                Cousin 
                                                Joe 
                                                were 
                                                there 
                                                beside 
                                                me
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sharing 
                                                good 
                                                luck 
                                                stories 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                secrets 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                sun
 
                                    
                                
                                                Hanging 
                                                on 
                                                to 
                                                nothing 
                                                more 
                                                than 
                                                good 
                                                times 
                                                yet 
                                                to 
                                                come
 
                                    
                                
                                                Till 
                                                September 
                                                days
 
                                    
                                
                                                Went 
                                                their 
                                                separate 
                                                way
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                thought 
                                                they 
                                                came 
                                                again
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                never 
                                                seemed 
                                                the 
                                                same
 
                                    
                                
                                                Looking 
                                                back 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                pages 
                                                of 
                                                our 
                                                lives
 
                                    
                                
                                                Wishing 
                                                we 
                                                could 
                                                live 
                                                them 
                                                all 
                                                again
 
                                    
                                
                                                Have 
                                                you 
                                                ever 
                                                noticed 
                                                that 
                                                the 
                                                many 
                                                things 
                                                we 
                                                never 
                                                noticed
 
                                    
                                
                                                Always 
                                                seem 
                                                much 
                                                better 
                                                when 
                                                we're 
                                                looking 
                                                back 
                                                at 
                                                them
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                    I 
                                                wonder, 
                                                were 
                                                those 
                                                days 
                                                as 
                                                good 
                                                as 
                                                    I 
                                                remember
 
                                    
                                
                                                Or 
                                                am 
                                                    I 
                                                looking 
                                                through 
                                                the 
                                                rainbows 
                                                in 
                                                my 
                                                mind 
                                                again
 
                                    
                                
                                                Do 
                                                    I 
                                                see 
                                                the 
                                                coloured 
                                                chapters 
                                                of 
                                                my 
                                                life
 
                                    
                                
                                                Lying 
                                                there
 
                                    
                                
                                                Or 
                                                just 
                                                the 
                                                iridescent 
                                                shadows 
                                                of 
                                                some 
                                                black 
                                                and 
                                                white 
                                                affairs?
 
                                    
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