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There's a gap in the 20th century, |
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and it fills the world with dreams; |
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When you've got the looks then the rest just works, |
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if that's what it's like. |
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Then hold on tight 'til you kindly believe, |
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Another record shop story that was born to die. |
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It'll come on real, and we're losing time. |
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Maybe got swinged from a baby's hand, |
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too young to understand |
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all there is to know, to lose your soul. |
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Alien cracked down from planet call, |
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unhappy with your bag and stars. |
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They search for the one, |
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then wrap her around the sun. |
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You know who we are. |
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We'll be as fast as a day that outside your door. |
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And the one has changed forever more, with you. |
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It's why Ive got to know the truth. |
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Was it you, who sang in Xanadu? |
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And maybe got swinged from a baby's hand, |
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We're too young to understand. |
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All there is to know, |
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if you're gonna lose your soul. |
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Guess I got my feet in the sky, |
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and I wonder why, |
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You'll be the one that used to go, |
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I'm the only star that wants to know. |
