| Is it any wonder that the stars just don’t rush by When you’re only doin'60 through this oh-so-vacant night
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| But it’s lacking something big this time
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| What the hell did you expect to find
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| Aphrodite on a barstool by your side
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| Twelfth night we go After something everyone should know
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| Somewhere in the distance out of sight…
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| Then i saw: gin mill rainfall
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| What do you remember if at all
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| Only pieces of the night…
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| And is it any wonder in the middle of the crowd
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| If you let your feet get trampled on When the music is that loud
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| But you wanted to be where you are
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| But it looked much better from afar
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| A hillside in shadow
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| Between the people and the stars
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| Twelfth night we go After something everyone should know
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| Somewhere in the distance out of sight…
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| Then i saw: gin mill rainfall
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| What do you remember if at all
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| Only pieces of the night…
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| It seems so distant
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| But still only half the night away
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| Where notions between your questions come too
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| Is it any wonder where
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| The pieces of the night have been… |