| Someday I’ll wake up on the sidewalks of the moon
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| With a Polaroid of that old saloon
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| Where we fell in love over a long-forgotten beer
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| Ghosts of your laughter, a song in my ear
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| The ghosts of your laughter, a song in my ear
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| A wise woman told me that my soul’s wearing thin
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| «Oh, your heart sounds like a violin»
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| Falling headfirst over a long-harbored fear
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| The ghost of our love’s like a song in my ear
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| Ghost of our love’s like a song in my ear
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| Silence, silence, I’m over you
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| Silence, silence, I’m over you, silence
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| So listen, listen, this one’s for you, la la la la la
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| This time, this time, this time I’m through, la la la la
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| Do you ever get the feeling
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| You just woke up to your life
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| And for one brief minute everything’s right?
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| This time, this time, this time I’m through
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| Nothing to go on but blind hope
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| And so I’m just holding my breath that it’s true
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| Got nothing to go on but blind hope
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| And so I’m just holding my breath that it’s true
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| Got nothing to go on but blind hope
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| And so I’m just holding my breath that it’s true |