| Walking down a sunny street to the library
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| Checking out the latest books about outer space
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| Going to the fruit stand to buy a dozen oranges
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| Then she and the books and the oranges go back to her place
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| She tells the same old story to everyone that she knows
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| She’s just sitting in her room, reading books about UFOs
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| Sometimes I see her sitting on the rooftop
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| Perched in a lawnchair and staring into the sky
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| I know that somewhere in some faraway galaxy
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| That the gray men with telescopes are gazing right into her eyes
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| She’s telling the same old story to everyone that she knows
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| She’s just sitting in her room, reading books about UFOs
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| One time! |
| Whoo!
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| She tells the same old story to everyone that she knows
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| She’s just sitting in her room, reading books about UFOs
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| Her life revolves around all of the planets
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| And she is constantly aware of all the changes that occur
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| I’m going to turn into a lens and focus all my attention
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| On finding a new planet and naming it right after her
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| She’s telling the same old story to everyone that she knows
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| She’s just sitting in her room, reading books about UFOs
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| She’s telling the same old story to everyone that she knows
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| She’s just sitting in her room, reading books about UFOs |