| Jane was the one
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| Who would always have her fun
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| When she’s lying on her bed
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| Making visions in her head
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| When she stays at home
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| When she’s really alone
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| When she doesn’t use her mouth
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| When she’s sitting in her house
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| Cuz she likes to sit in silence
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| And just see the big ole sky
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| And she always sees the lightning
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| When it zaps her in her eyes
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| And we all get captured for a while
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| And we all get lost
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| Jane sang a song
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| It was pretty
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| It was long
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| It was all about a man
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| Who went by the name of Dan
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| In a bubble he would float
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| Over Jane just like a ghost
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| And she’d wave to him each night
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| As he slowly passed her by
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| Cuz she likes to sit in silence
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| And just see the big ole sky
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| And she always sees the lightning
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| When it zaps her in her eyes
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| And we all get captured for a while
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| And we all get lost
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| The bubble is not even tired
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| It’s always on the rise
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| It’s an amazing ride
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| Once you step inside
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| And leave these streets behind
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| Jane went to sleep
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| She was weary
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| She was weak
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| And she dreamt about the light
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| That washed over her that night
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| And then suddenly she flew
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| Through a halo round the moon
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| Dropping packages of gold
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| To the bubble down below
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| Cuz she likes to sit in silence
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| And just see the big ole sky
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| And she always sees the lightning
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| When it zaps her in her eyes
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| And we all get captured for a while
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| And we all get lost |