| It suddenly feels like a new year
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| Like I’m a million miles away from here
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| I can see some kind of light here
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| Although I won’t name it.
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| I want to talk about moonlight
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| I want to talk about the wild child, you know
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| That real wild one, dancing alone
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| In the middle of the whirlpool.
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| Spinning tales about silence
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| About radio silence
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| About some kind of asylum
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| In the middle of an empty field full of danger.
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| It’s strange I don’t feel like I’m a stranger
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| I feel like I belong here
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| I feel like I’ve been waiting for a long time
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| And now I can tell you some stories.
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| Stories about the madmen
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| Stories about the dream-child
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| You know, that real wild one
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| Who dance alone.
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| In the middle of the whirlpool
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| And I can tell you about silence
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| About radio silence
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| About some kind of asylum
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| In the middle of an empty field full of danger.
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| If you want it. |