| There’s Marcella at the table
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| Loudly laughing insane
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| There’s Marcella at the slot machine
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| Her face is coloured green
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| There’s Marcella at the beach club
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| Dancing with her soul
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| There’s Marcella far away
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| Tonight trying to be cool
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| I’m stoned by the electric
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| The electric in your eyes
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| When the day is nearly ending
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| Your sun will come up and rise
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| She takes me like paper
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| Taken by the wind
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| She shows me long skyscrapers
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| She shows me how they sink
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| And the fanfare is blowing outside
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| A band is playing in my head
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| We heard the bad news on the radio
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| But our dreams are never never dead
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| I’m stoned by the electric
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| The electric in your eyes
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| When the day is nearly ending
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| Your sun will come up and rise
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| And I stand then up real hoping
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| Finally wishing for more
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| There’s Marcella in my brain
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| She’s standing naked, naked in my door
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| I’m stoned by the electric
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| The electric in your eyes
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| When the day is nearly ending
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| Your sun will come up and rise
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| Come up and rise
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| Come up and rise
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| Come up and rise
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| Come up and rise |