| I was making my way through the wasteland
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| The road into town passes through
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| I was changing the radio stations
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| With my mind on you
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| Oh your friends call you «Lily Paloma»
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| But that’s not the way that you are
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| It’s too much of a gentle misnomer
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| For a shooting star
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| But you and me baby
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| I saw you there
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| Straight away I knew
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| There’s really no hiding
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| I’ll tell you right now
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| What we’re gonna do
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| We’ll go collecting the days
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| Putting the moments away
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| You’re on my mind like a
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| Song on the Radio
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| I remember the first time I saw you
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| Alone in the dark with a drink
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| With a candle flame burning before you
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| And your thoughts closed in
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| You were staring out into the distance
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| Not seeming to hear what I said
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| Why did you put up such resistance
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| Like all the lights are red'
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| Cause you and me baby
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| I saw you there
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| Straight away I knew
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| There’s really no hiding
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| I’ll tell you right now
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| What we’re gonna do
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| We’ll go collecting the days
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| Putting the moments away
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| You’re on my mind like a
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| Song on the Radio
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| I don’t know what it was that was painful
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| But sometimes it’s there in your face
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| There are times when you just look disdainful
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| Of the human race
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| Ah, but then on the wings of emotion
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| We circle each other in flight
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| Till together we roll like the ocean
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| In its bed at night'
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| Cause you and me baby
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| I saw you there
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| Straight away I knew
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| There’s really no hiding
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| I’ll tell you right now
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| What we’re gonna do
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| We’ll go collecting the days
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| Putting the moments away
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| You’re on my mind like a
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| Song on the Radio
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| You’re on my mind like a
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| Song on the Radio |