| This world is beautiful
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| Held within its stars
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| I keep it in my heart
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| The stars are your eyes
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| I loved them right from the start
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| A world so beautiful
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| And I keep it in my heart
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| A ghosteen dances in my hand
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| Slowly twirling, twirling all around
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| A glowing circle in my hand
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| Dancing, dancing, dancing all around (In my hand)
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| A ghosteen dances in my hand (In my hand)
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| Slowly twirling, twirling all around (All around)
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| A ghosteen dances in my hand (In my hand)
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| Dancing, dancing, dancing all around (All around)
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| Here we go
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| There goes the moonlit man
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| Got a suitcase in his hand
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| He’s moving on
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| Down the road
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| Things tend to fall apart starting with his heart
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| He kisses you lightly and he leaves
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| Leaves your sleeping body
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| Curled and dreaming around your smile, your smile
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| The three bears watch the TV
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| They age a lifetime, O' Lord
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| Mama bear holds the remote
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| Papa bear, he just floats
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| And baby bear, he has gone
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| To the moon in a boat, on a boat
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| I’m speaking about love now
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| And how the lights of love go down
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| You’re in the back room washing his clothes
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| Love’s like that, you know, it’s like a tidal flow
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| And the past with its fierce undertow won’t ever let us go
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| Won’t ever let you go
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| If I could move the night I would
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| And I would turn the world around if I could
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| There’s nothing wrong with loving something
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| You can’t hold in your hand
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| You’re sitting on the edge of the bed
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| Smoking and shaking your head
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| Well there’s nothing wrong with loving things
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| That cannot even stand
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| Well there goes your moony man
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| With his suitcase in his hand
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| Well every road is lined with animals
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| That rise from their blood and walk
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| Well the moon won’t get a wink of sleep
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| If I stay all night and talk
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| If I stay all night and talk |