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I think I'd prefer if you didn't know anything special about me. |
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Yes, I think it's best, given my high propensity for making poetry |
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Out of every shooting star. |
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So, please, don't fall in love. |
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I'm not the boy you should be plucking off petals for, |
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Or telling secrets about. |
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Believe me, I really want to feel it. |
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This time, I really thought I could. |
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But just when I started to feel happy again, |
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That's when my heart went all to pieces my friend. |
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'Cause you never know what beauty you'll find |
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Down the Velvet Goldmine. |
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So, then let it snow. |
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Let there be tinsel all trimming the boulevard |
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And all those baggage claims. |
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I'll be at the movies. I'll have my own row at the Cinerama Dome |
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Handin' out miracles, givin' out angels wings |
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To every mother's child who knows: |
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Whenever you're starting to feel happy again, |
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That's when your heart goes all to pieces, my friend. |
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'Cause who ever knows what beauty you'll find |
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Down the Velvet Goldmine. |
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Lai de dai. Lai de dai de dai de dai de dai de dai. |
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Maybe I'm starting to feel happy again, |
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Maybe these arms won't know how |
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To let go of him. |
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And are we the wise ones gathered |
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Confessing our fears, |
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Searching the stars within us |
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That others might hear? |
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There could be angels waiting to bring us the news |
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Of one little boy in love with the world left to choose. |
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Can we leave all this heartache behind |
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In the Velvet Goldmine? |
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Yahoo foree yahoo foree yahoo foree yahoo yea. |
