| Didn´t anybody ever tell you
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| that you´re mae of stars?
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| Didn´t anybody ever tell you
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| how wonderful you are?
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| Didn´t anybody ever look into your eyes
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| and see the whole world
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| spinnin´ around, spinnin´ around?
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| Strage days we´re living in.
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| Sometimes it seem the signal´s getting low
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| keep picking up waves of love
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| on your human radio.
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| Wild angel, don´t you think
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| it´s time now?
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| Wild angel, don´t you think
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| it´s time now?
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| Don´t you think its time now
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| to love yourself?
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| Didn´t anybody ever tell you
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| that you´re made of space?
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| Didn´t anybody eever tell you
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| that you´re filled with grace?
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| Didn´t anybody ever «sing"in your ear
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| the sweet sounding song of yourself,
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| song of youreself?
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| Strage days we´re living in.
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| Sometimes it seem the signal´s getting low
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| keep picking up waves of love
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| on your human radio.
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| Wild angel, don´t you think
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| it´s time now?
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| Wild angel, don´t you think
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| it´s time now?
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| Don´t you think its time now
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| to love yourself? |