| I’ve seen it many times before
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| They always seem to get away
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| Down the stairs you closed the door
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| In the limelight, no, you couldn’t stay
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| Is it all a grand design?
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| Where falling stars run out of time
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| And leave us all behind
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| Oh, tell me why
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| Tell me why do birds, do they suddenly
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| Disappear instead of singing here
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| Oh, what are we to do?
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| Oh, we can’t believe it’s true
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| We’re so far from you
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| I listen to the radio
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| Hold my breath to hear you sing
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| Far away and so long ago
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| But without you I lose the beat
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| Oh, who would write that grand design
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| That pushed blinding stars into your eyes?
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| Oh, the radio is still alive
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| Oh, tell me why
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| Oh, tell me why do birds, do they suddenly
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| Disappear instead of singing here
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| Oh, what are we to do?
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| Oh, we can’t believe it’s true
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| We’re so far from you
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| So far from you
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| Well, I hang on every word
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| So far from you
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| And I sing and your voice, it returns
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| So far from you
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| And the sound is the most beautiful that I’ve heard
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| Oh, tell me why
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| Oh, tell me why do birds, do they suddenly
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| Disappear instead of singing here
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| Oh, what are we to do?
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| Oh, no, we can’t believe it’s true
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| We’re so far from you |