| I’m standing here waiting for you to come
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| In the sky some kind of strange sky phenomenon
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| Feels strange to have you as a friend
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| But I’d rather be your friend
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| Then to never see you again
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| I’d rather be your friend
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| You stare at the sky, colors reflecting in your eye
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| Could it be what they call the Northern Lights?
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| But here and at this time of year
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| It’s like someone spilled a beer
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| All over the atmosphere
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| It’s like someone spilled a beer
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| And I called out your name
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| Like the name of a coming hurricane
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| I called out your name
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| Like you call out when you’re in hurt and pain
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| I called out your name
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| But you were caught in a heavenly silver rain
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| You and I are not the same
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| We’re divided by the smoke of an aeroplane
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| Of an aeroplane
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| Flock of birds in the sky
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| Flying south, they know this place will die
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| And I wish they could take me with them
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| But I would not be accepted
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| Cause I can’t dance the funky chicken
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| I can’t dance the funky chicken
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| I’m standing here waiting for you to come
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| In the sky some kind of strange
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| Sky phenomenon |