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She turned the nightlight on a blew him a kiss. |
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He stared back through is green crayola eyes. |
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She traced his likeness from off the back of a disc. |
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Next to the boxtop promise of the biggest prize. |
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Joining a fan club with my friends. |
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Filling our bathtubs with tee shirts and 8 x 10's. |
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He looks so dreamy, |
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I'm in love from afar. |
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When I'm picking up a fallen star. |
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Downstairs the late show's blasting 'age of the rock'. |
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The greedy monks playin' last |
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Sunday at the milky way. |
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Mom's writing checks to the minister in the corner singing 'dig down deep'. ' |
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Cause if you wanna go to heaven all you gotta so is pay to pray. |
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Joining a fan club with my pen. |
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Filling my bathtub with |
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Holy water and amens. |
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He looks so dreamy, |
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I'm in love from afar. |
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When I'm picking up a fallen star. |
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Shake that woody. |
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Shake it for me |
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St. Pinocchio. |
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You've paid your money, now watch that money grow. |
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Joining a fan club, best be warned. |
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He turns me on when he wears that lampshade crown of thorns. |
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We'd be so dreamy, |
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Sharing his black caviar. |
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While I'm picking up a fallen star. |
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Joining a fan club is a big mistake. |
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I still get heartburn when |
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I think about all of the stamps |
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I ate. I wished |
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I'd loved him, |
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Before fate crashed his car. |
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Say a prayer for the fallen star. |