| It’s called an ordinary day but that doesn’t describe it
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| What’s called an ordinary day has so much inside
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| I gaze up to the sky with dreams dancing from my eyes
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| On every ordinary day with you
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| I get such a thrill I do
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| Cuz I’ve got magic streaming off shoulders from you
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| And we get such a thrill we do
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| Cuz we spend all our nights holding off like we like to
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| And it’s called an ordinary day but that doesn’t describe it
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| What’s called an ordinary day has so much inside
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| I wake up with your eyes and trace fingers all around
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| Our sleepy sighs on every ordinary day
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| With you is a chance
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| And making more music and fine romance
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| And if our balance gets funny we fall
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| But we brush ourselves off
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| We don’t mind at all
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| We wake up to the blue
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| And we can still see a moon
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| In a winter’s dance looking like she’s got a lot to do
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| Oh too old in the heavens and represent so much
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| Why do we pin our dreams on the mysteries above?
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| But we can’t help ourselves from falling in love
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| Even when this round world has gotten so fucked up
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| We won’t stop falling in love
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| No we won’t stop falling in love
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| Don’t stop falling in love
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| No don’t stop falling in love
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| We won’t stop falling in love
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| No we won’t stop falling in love
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| Don’t stop falling in love
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| No don’t stop falling in love |