| I’ve got a sparkling pair of eyes
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| Especially the right
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| It was designed to turn around
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| And watch me from inside
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| My brain’s a wonderful creation
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| Well connected to my head
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| God gave me sweet imagination
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| It’s sometimes helpful in bed
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| Aye aye aye aye
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| Some say that I was made to touch the sky
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| Why aye aye aye
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| Is something holding me down
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| So won’t you fly me to Brasil
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| If you don’t want to stay you know I always will
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| For every treasure there’s a thief
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| For every clever girl there comes a time to leave
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| So won’t you fly me to the Moon
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| They’d write about us if we went there by balloon
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| Just for that headline in the press
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| They turn to ghetto of success
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| Aye aye aye aye
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| Some say that I was made to touch the sky
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| Why aye aye aye
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| Is something holding me down
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| I aye aye aye
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| Won’t live a life that is designed for your delight
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| That’s why aye aye
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| I’ll choose a Garbo goodbye
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| If my desires don’t come true
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| Love won’t be what it seems
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| Love won’t provide what love will need
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| I’ll fake it in my dreams
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| When harmony meets tragedy
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| Like Bollywood for real
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| A box-car ride in agony
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| With me behind the wheel
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| Aye aye aye aye
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| Some say that I was made to touch the sky
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| Why aye aye aye
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| Is something holding me down
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| I aye aye aye
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| Won’t live a life that is designed for your delight
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| That’s why aye aye
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| I’ll choose the Garbo goodbye
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| Aye aye aye aye…
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| The Garbo goodbye… |