| I don’t know what to say
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| So I’ll say nothing, that’s ok
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| I don’t know what to do
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| So I stand, green eyes, black skin, in front of you
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| Chariot will take me down
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| To the curious part of town
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| In the ocean, I’m in motion
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| My eyes full of devotion
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| What were you like in Norway?
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| Not you, but the first one down the hallway
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| Open, blue-eyed, dull mind
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| Graceful, golden, constantly
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| Northern light upon my bed
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| From the window I descend
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| In the ocean, it was spoken
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| My eyes full of devotion
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| I think about you now and then
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| But it’s just a moment and I forget again
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| In fact, the last time I thought of you
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| I was three-fourths the way into a friend
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| Up on the roof, I see you now
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| Still don’t know what you were on about
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| In the ocean, no emotion
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| That’s the sound of devotion |