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Hey, the makings of a real event |
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He slices through the urban air, |
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Immediate and confident |
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Yes, he's riding on a sonic wave |
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Defining a modern pose |
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Arriving in the status age |
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I watched the animal grace |
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Stir in his painted eyes |
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And spring into life on his face |
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Yes, the drama of a silent stage |
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His image commands respect |
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Personifies style and taste |
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Yes, he's magic on the t.v screen |
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Illuminating living room walls, |
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The power of his frequency |
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I watched, they took the stage away |
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Gone with the moving crowd |
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I felt so misplaced |
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Left with my naive guitar |
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There in the dim parking lot |
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I saw him leave in a car |
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I stood in my place |
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And quietly waved |
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Goodbye |
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To the animal grace |
