| Picture us painting the world
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| Brilliant colors only we see
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| All I know is we got it good
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| You’re the only one for me
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| So I will call out
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| Shout it from the rooftops down
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| Baby, baby, baby
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| I am gonna love you til the stars burn out
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| Burn out
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| Hot and broke, we got all the time
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| Happy up in our misery
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| Breeze is cool, and we will survive
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| Kiss you under night’s marquee
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| So I will call out
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| Shout it through this busted town
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| Baby, baby, baby
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| I am gonna love you til the stars burn out
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| Burn out
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| Til the satellites blow, it’s a firework dream
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| And we let go fear, it’s the last machine
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| And we look so high, and we make believe
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| We become those stars and return the peace
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| I see the future it comes
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| I see the future it comes
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| I am gonna love you til the stars burn out
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| Burn out
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| Til the satellites blow, it’s a firework dream
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| We let go fear, and return the peace |