| Should you always be a mystery
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| I’d be lost in daydreams constantly
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| Out of reach, strung out like yesterday
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| Close your eyes and watch me drift away
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| Somewhere in between the speeding cars
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| I was born beneath a shooting star
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| In the morning sun they sold me
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| Electric hours of fun needlessly
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| Promise me, promise me you’ll never wait for me
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| There in the vacant light, don’t say a prayer for me
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| Tell them I’ve got somewhere I have to go
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| That I wished on a star, I’ll be back by the end of the show
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| Should you ever drift into the parade
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| I’ll be the first in line to be saved
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| And after all no one really knows
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| This desert wind or which way it blows
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| Come out tonight and realize
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| Here upon my restless sunken eyes
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| We can sleep till night comes calling
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| And stop this sky of lights from falling in
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| Promise me, promise me you’ll never wait for me
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| There in the vacant light, don’t say a prayer for me
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| Tell them I’ve got somewhere I have to go
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| That I wished on a star, I’ll be back by the end of the show
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| The end of the show
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| The end of the show
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| The end of the show |