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Grammy |
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Now that she's back in the atmosphere |
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With drops of Jupiter in her hair, hey, hey |
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She acts like summer and walks like rain |
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Reminds me that there's time to change, hey, hey |
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Since the return from her stay on the moon |
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She listens like spring and she talks like June, hey, hey |
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Tell me did you sail across the sun |
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Did you make it to the Milky Way to see the lights all faded |
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And that heaven is overrated |
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Tell me, did you fall for a shooting star |
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One without a permanent scar |
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And did you miss me while you were looking at yourself out there |
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Now that she's back from that soul vacation |
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Tracing her way through the constellation, hey, hey |
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She checks out Mozart while she does tae-bo |
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Reminds me that there's time to grow, hey, hey |
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Now that she's back in the atmosphere |
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I'm afraid that she might think of me as plain ol' Jane |
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Told a story about a man who is too afraid to fly so he never did land |
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Tell me did the wind sweep you off your feet |
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Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day |
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And head back to the Milky Way |
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And tell me, did Venus blow your mind |
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Was it everything you wanted to find |
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And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there |
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Can you imagine no love, pride, deep-fried chicken |
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Your best friend always sticking up for you even when I know you're wrong |
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conversation |
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The best soy latte that you ever had . . . and me |
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Tell me did the wind sweep you off your feet |
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Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day |
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And head back toward the Milky Way |
