| Ooohhh
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| Ooohhh
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| Ooohhh
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| Ooohhh
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| The stars at night burn so bright
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| But where do I fit in?
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| Am I too small to matter at all?
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| Oh, where do I fit in?
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| Am I a dot on the map of the world?
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| Just a spot on the map of the world?
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| When I imagine the whole universe
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| Oh, where do I fit in?
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| The wind comes through singing the blues
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| But where do I fit in?
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| The autumn trees dance with the breeze
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| But where do I fit in?
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| Am I a dot on the map of the world?
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| Just a spot on the map of the world?
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| When I imagine the whole universe
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| Oh, where do I fit in?
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| Wish I may and wish I might
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| Find some answers here tonight
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| Tell me, is there something out there?
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| Is there more than I can see?
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| I don’t know what I believe
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| Tell me, is there something out there?
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| Anything out there?
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| Am I a dot on the map of the world?
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| Just a spot on the map of the world?
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| When I imagine the whole universe
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| Oh, where do I fit in?
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| Am I a dot on the map of the world?
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| Just a spot on the map of the world?
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| When I imagine the whole universe
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| Where do we all fit in?
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| Ooohhh
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| Ooohhh
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| Ooohhh
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| Ooohhh |