| You know the first time I saw the X-Files
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| I was stoned as usual
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| Here comes Scully walking in
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| Zappin' through the Cartwrights
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| Fox Mulder went and lost his gun
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| He keeps holding on to the flashlight
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| Shining bright on lost memories
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| Scully, I can’t forget your sweet sixteen
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| I’m not an alien
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| I fear it’s not a dream
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| I wish you’d recognize the voice
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| That sang your favourite song
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| At Kansas City Airport
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| Got the jukebox on wheels, hello
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| There’s a Talkin' Head silently
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| Tappin' on my shoulder
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| I’m standing there I’m stunned
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| Flying high as a kite
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| My hero he turns out to be
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| Just an ordinary guy
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| Lickin' on a lollypop
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| Looking insecure
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| One look in his eyes and I knew for sure
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| I might never come this close, to a rising star
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| I may be crazy, but he killed me with that song
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| And oh, on a night like you
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| And oh, on a night like you
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| And oh, on a night like you
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| When memories explode…
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| Faster, faster
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| It’s pure delight
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| Flashing past and blinding my eyes
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| Memories you’ve been trying to blow away
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| Keep on coming back again
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| The band is in the basement
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| It’s Saturday night
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| In Richmond, VA after a gig with The Pie
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| Seeing it all through the clouds of my birthday surprise
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| Delicious Donna decides to write a new episode
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| I remember being introduced
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| Stevie’s face was small
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| He just kept me reeling
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| Man, we were laughing at the dark
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| Getting ready to march all the way back home to Mars
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| One last fuel stop at Itchycoo Park
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| And oh, on a night like you
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| And oh, on a night like you
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| And oh, on a night like you
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| When memories tend to explode |