| She, shining like a star, like a sun, like a moon
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| And all that other stuff you know
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| I wanted everything, she gave me everything
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| But everything is never enough
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| What I mean is, she, my kind of fluff
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| Like a star or a sun or a moon
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| Like the surface of a still lagoon
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| Like a stainless steel spoon she’s shining
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| Reach out to turn her on
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| She fills the room and hijinks ensue
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| In dark nights of the soul
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| I don’t mind saying that I think I’ve had one or two
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| Tried to tell her, she already knew
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| Like an incandescent wish
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| Like a silverplate chaffing dish
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| Like a Siamese fighting fish she’s shining
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| Like a blinding brilliant thing
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| Like a turned on electric ring
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| Like a novel by Stephen King she’s shining
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| Ooh ah, ooh ooh ooh ah
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| Glowing in her jar
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| Just like a little piece of star
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| Ooh ooh ooh ooh ah
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| Like a blue electric shock
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| Like a radioactive rock
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| Like the hands of a digital clock she’s shining
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| Like the Thames or the Rhine or the Nile
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| Like a luminescent radio dial
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| Like a brand new ceramic tile she’s shining
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| Ooh she’s shining, ooh she’s shining
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| In this endless night
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| She’s my little misguiding light |