| Late flight to early morning sunrise
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| Orbit, around a moon of memory
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| As the light is spilling into my web of weary dreams
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| Superformance
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| Miraculous
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| Unbelievable
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| Young romantics
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| So glamourous
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| Unbelievable
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| Late flight to early morning sunrise
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| At times its gnawing at my insides
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| Was the only driving force of my ability to be
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| Grand performance
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| The opening night
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| Unbelievable
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| Curtain rising
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| A sold-out crowd
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| Inconceivable
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| And when they called my name, I said my prayer
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| Tried to walk up to the center stage of my dreams
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| It was to be the day in which I reached for my peak
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| Saw her in the crowd when I was looking
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| Was raining and pouring as I ran into the street
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| Like Marilyn Monroe, I held the key in disbelief and let it go
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| And when they called my prayer and called my name
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| Focused the light on the center frame
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| Would you believe Soon will be the day in which I reach for my sleep
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| I see morning slipping through my window
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| Was raining and pouring as I ran into the street
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| Like Marilyn Monroe, I held the key in disbelief and let it go
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| Late flight
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| Grand performance
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| Held the key
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| And let it go
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| Was raining and pouring as I ran into the street
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| Like Marilyn Monroe, I held the key in disbelief and let it go |