| God I am nothing but a boy in my room
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| But when I stand at the windowsill and I look at the moon
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| And I know something is rising to another dimension
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| Going out of my mind and way across the Midwestern expanses
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| It dances out under the stars it’s a prayer and it’s there when I’m riding in
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| cars
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| And when I’m listening to music, when I’m watching TV
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| I don’t know how to say it, I get down on my knees, in my room
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| In the evening, when no one’s around, I turn on the radio and turn up the sound
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| I say no, no don’t fall through
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| I need you
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| Call me up right now
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| I’d call you but I don’t know how
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| It started out when I was 10 years old
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| I climbed into the driver’s seat, the car started to roll down a hill
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| And I fell deep in love with a lady who I hadn’t yet met
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| Oh but she made me her baby, right then found a pen
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| Started writing a poem, and it’s not done, I continue every time I’m alone
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| And I know that she’s out there, and I know you can hear me
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| How I’d love to be real, and I want you to be near me, but the radio’s broken
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| The phone’s out of service, and we’ve got no connection and it’s making me
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| nervous
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| I say no, no don’t fall out
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| I call out
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| In this night’s last hour
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| I’m feeling that mysterious power
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| God I am nothing but a boy in my room
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| A boy in my room feeling that mysterious power |