| Soon it will be the phase of the moon
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| When people tune in
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| Every girl knows about the punctual blues
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| But who’s to know the power behind our moves?
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| A day of coincidence with the radio
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| And a word that won’t go away
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| We know what they’re all going to say
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| «G» arrives, funny, had a feeling he was on his way
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| We raise our hats to the strange phenomena
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| Soul-birds of a feather flock together
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| We raise our hats to the hand a-moulding us
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| Sure enough, he has the answer
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| He has the answer, he has the answer
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| Om mani padme
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| Om mani padme
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| Om mani padme hum
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| You pick up a paper, you read a name
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| You go out, it turns up again and again
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| You bump into a friend you haven’t seen for a long time
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| Then into another you only thought about last night
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| You hear your sister calling for you
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| But you don’t know where from
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| You know there’s something wrong
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| But you don’t want to believe in a premonition
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| We raise our hats to the strange phenomena
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| Soul-birds of a feather flock together
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| We raise our hats to the hand a-moulding us
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| Sure enough, he has the answer
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| He has the answer, he has the answer
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| Om mani padme
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| Om mani padme
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| Om mani padme hum
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| Om mani padme hum
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| Om mani padme hum
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| Om mani padme hum
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| Om mani padme hum
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| Om mani padme hum
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| Om mani padme hum |