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Vela, don't blow away |
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The harbour's out of sight |
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You're not the farthest point of light |
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So shine your wondrous cosmic kite |
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Vela triangulates positions in the night |
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Before the ocean turns to ice |
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Before the storm charges the price |
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Ahhh, ahh, ahh, ahh... |
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Ahhh, ahh, ahh, ahh... |
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Ahhh, ahh, ahh, oooh.. |
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Won't you turn on the radio |
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Won't you turn on the radio |
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Vela illuminates |
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Speak me tongues of old |
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Through a Red Sea Moses strolled |
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But now the reckless waves control |
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Vela, the story states you lead us to the shore |
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And then a funfair shall be born |
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So Vela, what's the rainpour for? |
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Ahhh, ahh, ahh, ahh... (What's the rain pour for?) |
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Ahhh, ahh, ahh, ahh... (What's the rain pour for?) |
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Ahhh, ahh, ahh, oooh.. (What's the rain pour for?) |
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Won't you turn on the radio |
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Won't you turn on the radio |
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Won't you turn on the radio |
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Won't you turn on the radio |
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Vela, don't blow away |
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Vela, don't blow away |
