| Magical connection, genuine affection
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| Paralel direction in between the lines
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| Just two kids that made it, never knowing why
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| Chances are created underneath your mind
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| On a windy street or a subway seat it’s like sunshine
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| When two people meet and speechlessly
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| Are spaced right out of time
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| And it’s what they’ve dreamed about
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| Mercy me, it’s so far out
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| And with rach new person is a new first time
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| Strangers on a train, fate arranged a meeting
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| Somewhere two spots of rain, two umbrellas beating
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| Magical connection, genuine affection
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| Paralel direction in between the lines
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| Why, why try to be otherwise
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| Why, why try to be otherwise
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| Why |