| Sometimes in the dead of the night
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| I’m dreaming I’m flying at the speed of light
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| And in two seconds I’m brushing past the face of the moon
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| Eight seconds flat on the surface of mars
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| I’m kicking up the red dust
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| I’m drinking in bars
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| I lean back and raise a toast to the stars tonight
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| When I’m dreaming at the speed of light
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| Some days I just sat onboard the speed of sound
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| I step off this porch and blow a kiss to this whole damn town
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| I let off one of them sonic booms
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| And break all the windows in 11 rows
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| I’d blow off the hats of the boys at the old fair ground
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| For laughing at the speed of sound
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| Need to say go
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| Why don’t you go there?
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| If you want to go why don’t you decide?
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| Pick a row
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| Just decide
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| Is it a train or a plane or a bride?
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| Decide, decide, decide, decide
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| You’re love makes me move at the speed of trees
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| Lay down some roots, I’ve grown a head full of make believe
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| It weren’t for that face or yours
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| I’d be riding in the windows, blowing out doors
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| Look at me here I’m planning square down on my knees
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| On my knees on my knees
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| I’m asking for the speed of trees
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| Trees, trees |