| Time is jammed and flying fast
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| Breaks the bed and the pots hold rough
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| I’m out here running from the past
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| What we had was not enough
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| And she just touched down in Hollywood
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| And her friends all say she’s looking good
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| I saw it coming from the start
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| She’s a moving work of art
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| The night is thick and the moon rings red
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| And the stars are out of place
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| My mind is liquid in my head
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| Beneath the waves I see her face
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| Then she pulls herself some tall coin gown
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| Turning heads out there in tinsel town
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| She’s so cool, it breaks your heart
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| She’s a moving work of art
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| Who we were and what we had
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| Keeps me guessing to this day
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| It’s enough to drive you mad
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| She’s a million miles away
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| Bet she’s out there thinking on her feet
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| Making passes through complete
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| She’s as smooth as she is smart
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| She’s a moving work of art
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| You see how she sets herself apart
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| She’s a moving work of art |