| When the magic moon can impress me still
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| And fill me with wonder and kindness
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| As a primitive man I can appreciate
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| The virtual meaning of darkness
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| Now you’re gone and I can’t live without your manner
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| Wake me up when you’re strong enough
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| And put your clothes back on
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| We’ll go searching for stars and I can wind you up
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| And I can wind you up
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| When the summer sun looses up my bones
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| And I stare like a child in the ocean
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| There’s a natural sea out there for me
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| I make sure that I keep my eyes open
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| Moving waves and up the same whole world over
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| Wake me up when you’re strong enough
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| And put your clothes back on
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| We’ll go searching for stars and you can wind me up
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| And you can wind me up
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| You must run and you must fall
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| But we’ll go on forever
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| When the man comes up and he shows me his body
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| I said: Promise me that you won’t change your mind
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| Oh now he’s gone
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| And we can live without complaining
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| Wake me up when you’re strong enough
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| And put your clothes back on
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| We’ll go searching for stars and you can wind me up
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| And you can wind me up
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| You must run and you must fall
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| But we’ll go on forever |