| Over the moon, into the sun
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| Wake again by half past one
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| Alright
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| How do you do, I’m ok
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| Got no worries, play every day
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| Alright
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| Got to do it your way, got to ride your own
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| And I like your hairdo and your lipstick blue
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| Alright, alright
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| Alright, alright
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| If you wanna have steam, bits of evening star
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| And pictures of film stars with the mighty strong
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| I’ve met an angel with a motorbike
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| Would you have to push along 'cause it wouldn’t strike
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| Got to do it your way, got to ride your own
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| And I like your hairdo and your lipstick too, babe
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| Got to do it your way, got to do it your way
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| Got to do it your way
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| There’s no way to tell and there’s many ways to go
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| There’s pain in your heart and your head in the snow
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| Alright, alright
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| Alright
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| Over the moon, into the sun
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| Wake again by half past one
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| Alright
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| You’re over here and I’m over there
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| Let’s get together, don’t beware
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| Alright
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| Got my eyes on you, got my eyes on you
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| Got my eyes on you |