| Me and Neil saw a UFO when we were in our early twenties
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| It appeared from the South, flew right over my parents' house
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| We’d been for an Oriental buffet
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| All we had had to drink was Dr. Pepper
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| Neil was dropping me off
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| We were just saying our farewells
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| Suddenly he yelled, «What's that?»
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| Then dusk fell quiet
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| As the dark shape glided
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| Off beyond the lamps of Aldi car park
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| A black triangle, I swear upon my soul
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| Red circle on the craft, base glowing like a coal
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| A floating prism, as real as it gets
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| Eerie silence, it’s the silence I cannot forget
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| Ever since that fateful evening
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| I’ve been an avid UFO enthusiast
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| I’ve got a website and a YouTube channel
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| Documenting sightings
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| All over the country
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| Neil went on to become an engineer
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| First at Nissan, then Jaguar Land Rover
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| He’s happily married with a couple of kids
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| And living in a beautiful barn conversion
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| My own marriage broke down
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| After my wife found
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| Someone else to love her
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| Better than I
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| She met him at her Pilates class
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| A good guy called Rob
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| A broker and a recent widower
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| Thank God our daughter
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| Was too young to understand
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| Ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh
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| Ahh-ahh, ahh-ahh-ahh
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| Ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh
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| Ahh-ahh, ahh-ahh-ahh
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| I’ve got Beth for the weekend
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| We’re camping in the lakes
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| Charred marshmallows under the arm of the Milky Way
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| Into the woods comes a messenger
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| Materializing from the smoke of fires old
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| A flying door opening elsewhere
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| A black triangle disappearing into thin air |