| There’s a gap in the 20th century,
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| and it fills the world with dreams;
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| When you’ve got the looks then the rest just works,
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| if that’s what it’s like.
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| Then hold on tight 'til you kindly believe,
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| Another record shop story that was born to die.
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| It’ll come on real, and we’re losing time.
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| Maybe got swinged from a baby’s hand,
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| too young to understand
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| all there is to know, to lose your soul.
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| Alien cracked down from planet call,
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| unhappy with your bag and stars.
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| They search for the one,
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| then wrap her around the sun.
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| You know who we are.
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| We’ll be as fast as a day that outside your door.
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| And the one has changed forever more, with you.
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| It’s why Ive got to know the truth.
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| Was it you, who sang in Xanadu?
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| And maybe got swinged from a baby’s hand,
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| We’re too young to understand.
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| All there is to know,
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| if you’re gonna lose your soul.
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| Guess I got my feet in the sky,
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| and I wonder why,
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| You’ll be the one that used to go,
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| I’m the only star that wants to know. |