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Sometimes in the dead of the night, |
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I'm dreaming I'm flying at the speed of light, |
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And in two seconds I'm brushing past the face of the moon, |
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Eight seconds flat on the surface of mars, |
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I'm kicking up the red dust, |
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I'm drinking in bars, |
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I lean back and raise a toast to the stars tonight, |
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When I'm dreaming at the speed of light, |
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Some days I just sat onboard the speed of sound, |
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I step off this porch and blow a kiss to this whole damn town, |
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I let off one of them sonic booms, |
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And break all the windows in 11 rows, |
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I'd blow off the hats of the boys at the old fair ground, |
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For laughing at the speed of sound, |
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Need to say go, |
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Why don't you go there? |
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If you want to go why don't you decide? |
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pick a row, |
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Just decide, |
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Is it a train or a plane or a bride? |
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Decide, decide, decide, decide, |
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You're love makes me move at the speed of trees, |
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Lay down some roots, I've grown a head full of make believe, |
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It weren't for that face or yours, |
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I'd be riding in the windows, blowing out doors, |
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Look at me here I'm planning square down on my knees, |
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On my knees on my knees, |
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I'm asking for the speed of trees, |
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Trees, trees. |