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Elastica |
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Elastica |
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Connection |
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Riding on any wave, |
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That is the luck you crave, |
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They don\'t believe it now, |
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They just think it\'s stupid, |
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So got anything? |
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Anyone could have done, |
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Who would\'ve cared at all, |
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not you. |
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Another heart has made the trade, |
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Forget it, forget it, forget it, |
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I don\'t understand how a heart is a spade, |
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But somehow the vital connection is made. |
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Riding on anything, |
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Anything\'s good enough, |
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Who would\'ve thought it of |
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Someone like you, |
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Just as they brought me round, |
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Now that they brought you down, |
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Roundabout and roundabout |
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Who wants a life anyway? |
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Another heart has made the grade, |
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Forget it, forget it, forget it, |
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I don\'t understand how the last card is played, |
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But somehow the vital connection is made. |
