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I'm standing here waiting for you to come |
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In the sky some kind of strange sky phenomenon |
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Feels strange to have you as a friend |
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But I'd rather be your friend |
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Than to never see you again |
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I'd rather be your friend |
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You stare at the sky, colours reflecting in your eye |
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Could it be what they call the northern lights |
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But here, and at this time of year |
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It's like someone spilled a beer |
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All over the atmosphere |
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It's like someone spilled a beer |
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And I called out your name |
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Like the name of a coming hurricane |
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I called out your name |
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Like you call out when you're in hurting pain |
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I called out your name |
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But you're a part in a heavenly silver rain |
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You and I are not the same |
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We are divided by the smoke of an aeroplane |
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Of an aeroplane |
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A flock of birds in the sky |
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Flying south, they know this place will die |
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And I wish they could take me with them |
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But I would not be accepted |
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'Cause I can't dance the funky chicken |
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I can't dance the funky chicken |
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I'm standing here waiting for you to come |
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In the sky some kind of strange sky phenomenon |
