| I come to the glade and watch the saucer land
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| She glided through the mist in a daylight skirt
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| Booted her shoes like hooves in the dirt
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| Her clutch bag reflected the sun and steel
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| The 50's movie, so many squealed
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| There’s no direction home she pleads
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| She cornered me against the trees
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| I was home I thought, my life could start
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| She was (not like the other girls)
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| (I was) born under a star
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| (We were) born with a single voice
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| She was born in a UFO
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| Born in a UFO
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| My friends sit around at the end of town
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| With their heads in their hands in the cool twilight air
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| I can see my rise at the pitching saw
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| I’d rather be dead than fool around here anymore
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| She was all courage, geometric face
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| Electric skin, plastic and pace
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| Silver hair, trapezoid flesh
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| I was so in love with her lavender breasts
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| She was (not like the other girls)
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| (I was) born under a star
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| (We were) born with a single voice
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| She was born in a UFO
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| Like outer space
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| She was (not like the other girls)
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| (I was) born under a star
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| (We were) born with a single voice
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| She was born in a UFO
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| Born in a UFO
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| Born in a UFO
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| She was born in a UFO
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| Born in a UFO
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| (She was) born in a UFO |