| Ooh, ooh
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| Ooh, ooh
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| Ooh, ooh
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| Ooh, ooh
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| We are all light from the distant past
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| Patchwork of stones and cosmic cash
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| Made into flesh and blood
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| With little to do but love
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| Ooh, ooh
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| Ooh, ooh
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| And I wonder, if I were to dream
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| Is there a price to be floating so free?
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| To drift like blossom from the tree of life
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| Is it your intention to love?
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| Is it your intention to love?
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| Is it your intention to love?
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| Is it your intention?
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| Ooh, ooh
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| Ooh, ooh
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| Ooh, ooh
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| Ooh, ooh
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| We are all just dust from stars
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| Saturn’s salt and rocks from Mars
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| Made into flesh and blood
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| Little to do but love
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| Is it your intention to love?
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| Is it your intention to love?
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| Is it your intention to love?
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| Is it your intention?
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| Let the skies fall around us
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| And make a fire in your heart for me
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| Let the stars fall around us
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| And make a fire in your heart for me
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| Let the skies fall around us
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| And make a fire in your heart for me
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| Let the stars fall around us
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| And make a fire in your heart for me
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| To love
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| To love
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| To love
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| To love
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| Ooh, ooh
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| Ooh, ooh
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| Ooh, ooh
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| Ooh, ooh |