| The difference between fact and fction
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| A quest for the young and the old
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| The power of sheer superstition
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| That often turns dirt into gold
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| We will end up making a baby
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| We will end up losing control
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| A job for a man and a lady
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| With similar spirit and soul
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| Do you think it’s true
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| That our love will tear us apart
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| That i’m crazy for you
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| But will end up breaking your heart
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| In hope of some sort of reaction
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| I’m slightly ahead of my time
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| Because it gives me satisfaction
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| I claim what is rightfully mine
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| I am in many ways a pilgrim
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| But my intuition has gone
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| In presence of ghosts and of children
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| You will catch me singing a song
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| Do you think it’s true
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| That our love will tear us apart
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| That i’m crazy for you
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| But will end up breaking your heart
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| On a trip to the moon
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| I wander inbetween the stars
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| They explode like ballons
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| It has been like that from the start |