| And she sparkles her surprise
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| The marvels of the milky way
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| Are but a candle to her
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| I kissed but she did not kiss back
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| Temptations of the saints
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| And though the leaves are falling fast
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| She still thinks she ain’t
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| And she’s going to blow my mind
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| This time
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| So we set out for the sun
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| A generation on the run
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| The ones who hid by moving trains
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| Pretending destinations
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| Now fighting everyone she knows
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| And some imaginary foes
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| My campus bride for whom truth slips
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| Beyond her finger tips
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| And she’s going to blow my mind
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| This time
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| I’ve been sitting on the corner of my street
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| Waiting for her waiting for her
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| And I don’t know if she sparkles when she speaks
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| If I could love her any more
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| I won’t deny that we had fun
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| More than I can say for some
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| With just so many years to live
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| In which nothing gives
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| Two courting birds wheeled away
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| Against the opalescent grey
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| My campus bride and I just sit
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| Certain this is it
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| And she’s going to blow my mind
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| This time
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| And she’s going to blow her mind
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| If she can find the time
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| And she’s going to blow my mind
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| This time |