| Into my life on waves of electrical sound
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| And flashing light she came
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| Into my life with the twist of a dial
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| The wave of her hand, the warmth of her smile
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| And even though I know that you and I
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| Could never find the kind of love we wanted together
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| Alone I find myself missing you and I, you and I
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| It’s not very often that something special happens
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| And you happen to be that something special for me
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| And walking on grass where we rolled and laughed in the moonlight
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| I find myself thinking of you and I, you and I, you
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| Into my eye comes visions of patterns
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| Designs the image of her I see
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| Into my mind the smell of her hair
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| The sound of her voice, we once were there
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| And even though I know that you and I
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| Could never find the kind of love we wanted together
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| Alone, I find myself missing you and I, you and I, you |