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Late flight to early morning sunrise |
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Orbit, around a moon of memory |
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As the light is spilling into my web of weary dreams |
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Superformance |
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Miraculous |
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Unbelievable |
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Young romantics |
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So glamourous |
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Unbelievable |
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Late flight to early morning sunrise |
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At times its gnawing at my insides |
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Was the only driving force of my ability to be |
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Grand performance |
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The opening night |
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Unbelievable |
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Curtain rising |
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A sold-out crowd |
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Inconceivable |
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And when they called my name, I said my prayer |
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Tried to walk up to the center stage of my dreams |
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It was to be the day in which I reached for my peak |
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Saw her in the crowd when I was looking |
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Was raining and pouring as I ran into the street |
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Like Marilyn Monroe, I held the key in disbelief and let it go |
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And when they called my prayer and called my name |
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Focused the light on the center frame |
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Would you believe Soon will be the day in which I reach for my sleep |
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I see morning slipping through my window |
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Was raining and pouring as I ran into the street |
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Like Marilyn Monroe, I held the key in disbelief and let it go |
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Late flight |
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Grand performance |
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Held the key |
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And let it go |
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Was raining and pouring as I ran into the street |
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Like Marilyn Monroe, I held the key in disbelief and let it go |