| Long before dating sites
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| Helped mankind find love
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| Matchmakers existed high above
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| Forces far superior
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| Knew our hearts' criteria
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| Constellations sent down their decree
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| Astrologically speaking
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| Girls who might like me, like me, like
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| Fun, loud noise
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| No restriction, no regrets
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| The joys of life
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| Living without safety nets
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| The thrill that you get from the chase and the pose
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| That’s the girl that the stars chose for me
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| A clash of heads
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| No rational debate, just arguments instead
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| Passionate, compulsive, an impulsive and wild, unpredictable rose
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| That’s the girl that the stars chose for me
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| And who the hell am I to argue
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| With bodies way up in the sky?
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| They knew my partner’s major virtue
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| Would be vice, to be precise, she could
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| Only be a Gemini, maybe at a push
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| She could possibly be Leo or like me, Aquarius
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| So safe to say, my targets were locked down
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| Until that fateful day a Libran hit town
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| Now those guys love harmony, balance and calm
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| Not alarming Aquarians like me
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| Well, she jumped my car
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| Handbrake turned about and hit the
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| Kind of down-market, dark-cornered bar
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| Where the star charts say Libran’s just never hang out
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| Let alone start a shot roulette game
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| After a while she’s losing balance
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| And scales are falling from my eyes
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| When we emerge the night is dawn-ish
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| She’s acting more sort of Capricorn-ish
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| And summoning a cab, climbing in the back
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| With a load of people from all corners of the Zodiac
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| Before I know I’m running down a beach and diving
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| In high seas with vodka and some Pisces
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| And a slight lack of clothes, and the girl the stars chose
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| To make a bad, bad, Libran out of me
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| Scientists say we’re made of stardust
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| So I suppose in my defense
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| If we’re all crazy mixed up stardust
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| It kind of makes sense that on some days I’ll
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| Wake up Aquarian, but by lunch I’m coming over just a little Leo
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| So I try and keep it Aries
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| But there these people will get me hot and Taurus
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| End of day my answers start getting Cancerous
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| I have a little drink before you know it
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| Completely Scorpio-in'
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| And once again I go to bed a Virgo
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| I started to explain the movement
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| Way up high of bodies we don’t understand
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| She told me, «Just shut up and focus
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| On the movement of the bodies that are down here in the sand»
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| And you know what? |
| That night
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| I ripped up all the charts and looked up at the sky
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| Just thanked my lucky stars instead
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| That this girl they chose, holy cow, heaven knows
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| Was the right kind of absolutely wrong kind of girl to make a
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| Much better, much worse Aquarian of me
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| Of me
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| Oh, keep your eyes on the skies |