| This could be a chance to see
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| with my own eyes
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| a carousel or a diving bell
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| designs bizarre be in the sky
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| They’re here with us
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| they believe in us
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| and they come from on high
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| do they travel in the wilderness too
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| and they needed us and they seeded us
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| it’s a door to the future
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| for a couple of impressionist kids
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| When they land on the grass tonight
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| There’ll be cartoons of flaming heads
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| There’ll be colourful flags to fly
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| You’re my starlight companion
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| And when you dance
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| they really captivate your heart
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| they make you lose your head
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| they are the strangest friends you got
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| we are the audience
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| who is love with them
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| they are the strangest friends you got
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| and don’t forget to say thanks a lot
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| when they land on the grass tonight
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| there’ll be cartoons of flaming heads
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| There’ll be colourful flags to fly
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| when they land on the grass tonight
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| and they take your souls away
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| that’s all part of their game
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| when strange friends come out to play |