| How could she be your idol?
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| It was a fluke you first saw her
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| She was marooned in a shop door
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| But you forget how you met her
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| Everybody answers the bell
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| Everyone thinks they have no tell
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| Hoarding your fate, saving your skin, it never ends
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| I can see you float away, I can see from far away
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| I can see you float away, I can see you float away
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| Sleep. |
| Wake. |
| Sleep. |
| Oh, have Mercy
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| Don’t ask me where she could be now
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| Or if her long hair is still brown
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| Her downy neck collects sweat beads
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| And if she captures the sunbeams
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| Everybody wants to be free
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| All you want is to be released
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| She opens her eyes, she swiveled her hips, did it all for you
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| Sleep. |
| Wake. |
| Sleep. |
| Wake
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| I can see you float away, I can see from far away
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| I can see you float away, I can see you float away
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| Sleep. |
| Wake. |
| Sleep. |
| Oh, have Mercy
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| I can see you float away, I can see from far away
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| I can see you float away |