| Vela, don’t blow away
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| The harbour’s out of sight
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| You’re not the farthest point of light
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| So shine your wondrous cosmic kite
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| Vela triangulates positions in the night
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| Before the ocean turns to ice
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| Before the storm charges the price
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| Ahhh, ahh, ahh, ahh…
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| Ahhh, ahh, ahh, ahh…
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| Ahhh, ahh, ahh, oooh.
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| Won’t you turn on the radio
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| Won’t you turn on the radio
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| Vela illuminates
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| Speak me tongues of old
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| Through a Red Sea Moses strolled
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| But now the reckless waves control
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| Vela, the story states you lead us to the shore
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| And then a funfair shall be born
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| So Vela, what’s the rainpour for?
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| Ahhh, ahh, ahh, ahh… (What's the rain pour for?)
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| Ahhh, ahh, ahh, ahh… (What's the rain pour for?)
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| Ahhh, ahh, ahh, oooh. |
| (What's the rain pour for?)
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| Won’t you turn on the radio
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| Won’t you turn on the radio
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| Won’t you turn on the radio
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| Won’t you turn on the radio
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| Vela, don’t blow away
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| Vela, don’t blow away |