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And she sparkles her surprise |
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The marvels of the milky way |
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Are but a candle to her |
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I kissed but she did not kiss back |
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Temptations of the saints |
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And though the leaves are falling fast |
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She still thinks she ain't |
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And she's going to blow my mind |
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This time |
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So we set out for the sun |
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A generation on the run |
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The ones who hid by moving trains |
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Pretending destinations |
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Now fighting everyone she knows |
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And some imaginary foes |
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My campus bride for whom truth slips |
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Beyond her finger tips |
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And she's going to blow my mind |
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This time |
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I've been sitting on the corner of my street |
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Waiting for her waiting for her |
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And I don't know if she sparkles when she speaks |
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If I could love her any more |
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I won't deny that we had fun |
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More than I can say for some |
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With just so many years to live |
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In which nothing gives |
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Two courting birds wheeled away |
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Against the opalescent grey |
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My campus bride and I just sit |
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Certain this is it |
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And she's going to blow my mind |
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This time |
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And she's going to blow her mind |
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If she can find the time |
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And she's going to blow my mind |
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This time |
