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Owl City - Super Honeymoon |
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Glamour and fashion |
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Models and magazines... a striking runway entrance |
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Beauty and passion |
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Stardust and high class scenes of popular teens |
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When I lived in Denver, I met a millionaire |
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With ribbons in her blonde hair |
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I still remember |
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She was like a princess straight from a dreamy castle in the air |
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So lovely... |
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She was everything to me |
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Both alone in the dark |
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We long to see the sun |
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Rise over the Bering Strait |
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I was sick of the west |
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When I turned 21 |
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So I moved to the Sunshine State |
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We played golf on the moon |
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And tennis on the sun |
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Like athletes of the afternoon |
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The solar flares burned my arms |
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And made her makeup run |
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On our super lunar honeymoon |
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I was the youngest son of a congressman |
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And everything was my fault... |
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She was a gymnast, happily swinging |
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On the uneven bars, tucked in a somersault |
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So lovely... |
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She was everything to me |
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So lovely... |
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She was everything to me |
|
Both alone in the dark |
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We long to see the sun |
|
Rise over the Bering Strait |
|
I was sick of the west |
|
When I turned 21 |
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So I moved to the Sunshine State |
|
We played golf on the moon |
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And tennis on the sun |
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Like athletes of the afternoon |
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The solar flares burned my arms |
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And made her makeup run |
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On our super lunar honeymoon |
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