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I don't know who I am |
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I don't know who you are |
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But when I touch your hand |
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I see shooting stars |
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I see ferris wheels |
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Curling walls of steel |
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And light. |
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The long distance calls |
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Over twisted wires |
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Some last heart felt words |
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Caught up on the lines |
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We speak through satellites |
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That hang like the stars at night |
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In the sky. |
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I don't know who I am |
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I don't know who you are |
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But when I touch your hand |
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I see shooting stars |
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I see ferris wheels |
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Curling walls of steel |
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And light. |
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We speak through satellites |
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That hang like the stars at night |
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In the sky. |
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We speak through satellites |
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That hang like the stars at night |
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In the sky. |
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In the sky |
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In the sky |
