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Dark shadows on a window screen |
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Are flickering like a dream machine |
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We're Driving where the air is a ghost |
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The sky, the book, its circuitry |
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Is playing with astrology |
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Its breathing and calling me |
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Oh, where the river goes |
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The human air it looks like it flows |
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And every turmoil must be born |
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I love the shelter but I need the storm |
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Oh, when I'm in between |
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Where I once was and where I need to be |
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I hear a phantom stereo |
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The stations tuned to |
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Scorpio |
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Scorpio, you had me at first glance |
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I do believe in chance |
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Despite what they're saying |
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Scorpio, the blinds are always drawn |
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There's still another song |
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So don't you go saying |
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Scorpio |
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Waking up at dawn |
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The room is not yet bright |
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Beside me she's asleep |
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My heart is filled with sorrow |
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What I wouldn't do |
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To lie before a grace |
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If only it would place |
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Its love upon my shoulder |
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Oh, where the river goes |
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The human air the psychic flow |
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And every turmoil must be born |
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I love the shelter but I need the storm |
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Oh, when I'm in between |
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Where I once was and where I need to be |
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I hear a phantom stereo |
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The stations tuned to |
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Scorpio |
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Scorpio, you had me at first glance |
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I do believe in chance |
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Despite what they're saying |
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Scorpio, the blinds are always drawn |
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There's still another song |
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So don't you go saying |
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Scorpio |
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Scorpio |
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Scorpio |