| I want to find this girl I know
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| I need to take her out
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| I set a snare in evening air
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| Made of faith and hope and doubt
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| I want to spend some time with her
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| Learn the secrets of her trade
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| I wouldn’t mean to cross the line
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| And look into the other side
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| Forbidden to my kind
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| Forbidden to my kind
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| I need to hang out with my love
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| The raven-headed sprite
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| I know I’ll never dance like her
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| Or keep her up at night
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| I need to hang around with her
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| I need to let her know
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| Her cause is mine
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| I’m but a slave
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| I look into her wondrous gaze
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| And taste the strangest chord
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| And make the purest noise
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| What I would do to meet the girl
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| I’d stand out in the rain
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| Outside my window watching close, she will appear again
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| Still polishing her crazy nail
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| Still wispy, careless, drunk on song
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| If I could only right my wrongs and take her to my favourite place
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| And steal a melody
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| Cause I need only see her face
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| And doubts and worries fall away
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| And music rushes in
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| Listen to the sound of life
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| (I don’t want to be friends)
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| Drink deep of the day
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| (I don’t need your advance)
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| Wait for her, but don’t obsess
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| (Why do you have to ask?)
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| She’ll go the other way
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| (No, I don’t want to dance)
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| Winds will blow and storms will rage
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| (But your phrases are poor)
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| The muse is always sad
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| (And you try hard to rhyme)
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| Money tends to disappear
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| (And I can’t read your words)
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| Beauty crumbles with the years
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| (But I can read your mind)
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| But music is for us
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| (Music is for us)
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| Music is for us
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| (Music is for us)
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| If I could only see her face and know that she was close
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| There is a deeper magic here, the everlasting muse
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| I left the danger for an hour
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| I left the sadness for a day
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| I know that I am in safe hands
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| She pays the bill and smokes cigar
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| And on the napkin silk
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| She weaves a manuscript with skill
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| An intro, outro, middle eight
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| A tapestry of words
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| A subtle gift to modern rock
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| She says, «be popular, play pop
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| And you will win my love»
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| A subtle gift to modern rock
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| She says, «be popular, play pop
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| And you will win my love» |