| Ten to eleven
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| Everyone’s sleeping
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| Jets to Brazil
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| Will soon be leaving
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| Where you’ll find yourself
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| Wide awake in a dream
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| Sing away to your stars
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| Before we decipher it’s meaning
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| And we didn’t realize
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| That this is like living in paradise
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| I’m telling you woman
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| Well I’m still the man that you loved
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| Some this to day
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| When the orchestra started to play
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| Sending out you
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| From the far side of the moon
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| Well we’ve been tangled
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| In every moment that’s ever to return
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| When I’m telling you woman
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| That I’m still the man that you loved
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| And I know that some day
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| Going to find yourself away
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| Jets to Brazil
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| You’ll soon be leaving
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| And you’ll find yourself
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| Wide awake in a dream
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| Sing away to your stars
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| Before we decipher it’s meaning
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| And we didn’t realize
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| That this is like living in paradise
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| I’m telling you woman
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| Well I’m still the man that you loved
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| So chase me away
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| Up where the satellites shine
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| Let’s sparkle up diamonds
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| That reflect on the pain when it’s midnight
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| Follow me down to the river
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| Gone is the girls in a laden vice
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| Well let’s go to town
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| Someday yes, well remember
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| That fateful day
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| When we all kiss the starting to play
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| Sending back you
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| From the far side of the moon
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| Where we’ve been entangled in every moment
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| That’s never meant to return
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| Yes, I’m telling you woman, that I’m still the man that you love
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| Jets to Brazil |