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Should you always be a mystery |
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I'd be lost in daydreams constantly |
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Out of reach, strung out like yesterday |
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Close your eyes and watch me drift away. |
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Somewhere in between the speeding cars |
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I was born beneath a shooting star |
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In the morning sun they sold me |
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Electric hours of fun needlessly |
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Promise me, promise me |
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You'll never wait for me |
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There in the vacant light |
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Don't say a prayer for me |
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Tell them I've got somewhere I have to go |
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That I wished on a star |
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I'll be back by the end of the show |
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Should you ever drift into the parade |
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I'll be the first in line to be saved |
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And after all know one really knows this desert wind |
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Or which way it blows |
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Come out tonight and realise |
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Here upon my restless sunken eyes |
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We can sleep till night comes calling |
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And stop this sky of lights from falling in |
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Promise me, promise me |
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You'll never wait for me |
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There in the vacant light |
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Don't say a prayer for me |
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Tell them I've got somewhere I have to go |
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That I wished on a star |
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I'll be back by the end of the show |
