| Useless place, so virgin
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| Secrets, unexplored lands…
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| Quiet room while we talk
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| Nothing more, no one’s around
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| There’s a funny moon above our heads laughing at you and me
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| And she likes to count certain words, certain words…
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| And they say that’s not a common way
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| That’s the trouble, different levels
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| They can think what they want to think
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| That’s the trouble, different levels, different levels…
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| Such different levels…
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| Something grows, old fashioned notes
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| Sound much better than before
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| Just the things I’ve never watched
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| My close circles are less bored
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| And she likes to count certain words, certain words
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| Of different levels, of different levels
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| Such different levels…
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| I’ve got a ticket to be right for a long long time
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| I got it in an auction
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| And I suppose you realize that you’re invited
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| Communication line has failed
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| If you want, I’ll sign a declaration
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| If you want, I’ll publish it on the front page
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| And I could write it everywhere…
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| I’ve got a ticket to be right for a long long time
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| I got it in an auction |
| And I suppose you realize that you’re invited
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| Communication line has failed
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| If you want, I’ll sign a declaration
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| If you want, I’ll publish it on the front page
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| And I could write it everywhere…
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| I like the things I’ve never watched
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| I feel they were waiting inside me
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| When I called your name
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| Troubles go away
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| When you call my name
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| When I call your name
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| I’ve got a ticket to be right for a long long time
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| I got it in an auction
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| And I suppose you realize that you’re invited
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| Communication line has failed
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| If you want, I’ll sign a declaration
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| I’ll sign a declaration… |