| I cry
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| I cry
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| On the red carpet
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| All the stars are lining up
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| In Trafalgar Square and their eyes are shining
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| In the flashbulbs' glare
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| And turning round, I see
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| A child actor looking at me
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| He’s ten or so in Versace
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| And his eyes aren’t blinking
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| I cry
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| I cry
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| I don’t know why
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| Love is all around me
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| In an open field
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| All the stars aligning in Little River
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| And her eyes are shining
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| You know a pelican when pressed
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| Will peck its own breast to feed its children, yes
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| Such a symbol of selflessness
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| I cry
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| I cry
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| Now I know why
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| Love is all around me
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| Oh the world
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| Is tiltin' on its axis
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| And we all are
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| Some kind — some kind of Atlas
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| I feel my shoulders
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| Tighten in space (and then and then)
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| Before a constellation oh
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| And then and then my phone is ringing (where were you?) and then
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| I’m picking up oh
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| And then and then and then
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| I’m crying out (and then and then)
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| What did you do today?
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| What did I do today? |
| oh (and then and then)
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| And then I’m lying down and then
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| (What happened?)
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| I’m crying out and oh and then
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| (And after that?)
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| I’m reading shining words
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| And then I’m illuminated (and then and then)
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| I’m illuminating and then
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| My heart is glowing (and then and then)
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| It’s thinking of a far-off place and then
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| It’s bringing it closer (and then and then)
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| And then all the stars align
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| Well it’s all shining back like a mirror
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| And all those mirrors seemed psychopathic
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| And how we look into them
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| Like some sort of narcissist
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| Without any sort of — reflection
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| We reflect without reflecting
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| We reflect — my heart is glowing
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| And it’s crying out to a far-off place
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| And then it’s bringing it closer
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| And then and then and then
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| All the stars align |