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I dream about stars here |
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I dream about bringing you a parade |
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We read foreign papers |
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Pretend were hiding from an air raid |
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But I can't know |
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Why I always stutter |
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And she doesn't care |
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Breathe the same air |
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I don't have a hope in hell |
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Doesn't see, we could agree |
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This could be so blissful, now |
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And I will do magic |
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Houdini's rabbit lives here under my sleeve |
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I'd saw myself in half |
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Then there'd be two of us always ready to please |
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But I can't know |
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Why I always stutter |
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And she doesn't care |
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Breathe the same air |
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I don't have a hope in hell |
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Doesn't see, we could agree |
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This could be so blissful |
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This could be so blissful |
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This could be so blissful |
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This could be so blissful |
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This could be so blissful |
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This could be so blissful now |
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And she doesn't care |
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Breathe the same air |
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I don't have a hope in hell |
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Doesn't see, we could agree |
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This could be so, be so, be so, be so |
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And she doesn't care |
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Breathe the same air |
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I don't have a hope in hell |
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Doesn't see, we could agree |
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This could be so good |
