| Black as night, clear as day
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| I don’t know what to say
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| And even though I’m gonna go
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| I don’t know if it’s right
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| Hey, but no one ever does
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| Bigger dreams as it seems
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| I don’t know where they lead
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| And every time stop and think
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| I’m not sure if they’re right
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| Hey, but no one ever was
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| And she said, send me postcards, where I
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| The ones of shining blue
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| I’d rather take the camera up from my neck
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| And take a photo for you
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| I won’t pretend I’m all alone in the middle of the night
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| So I assume that I won’t be back home soon
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| And she said, send me postcards, where I
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| The ones of shining blue
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| I’d rather take the camera up from my neck
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| And take a photo for you
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| I won’t pretend I’m all alone in the middle of the night
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| So I assume that I won’t be back home soon
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| Oh oh ohhh
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| Oh oh ohhh
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| And every time I wonder why
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| I stumble and cry
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| I realize what I had
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| Was no other need
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| To catch you on a photo
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| All the rules and all the lies
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| And calming the skies
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| Made too high, made a break
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| I must to invade myself a place where I can fall
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| And she said, send me postcards, where I
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| The ones of shining blue
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| I’d rather take the camera up from my neck
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| And take a photo for you
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| I won’t pretend I’m all alone in the middle of the night
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| So I assume that I won’t be back home soon
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| I my
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| A little something
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| I think it’d probably be the, be the, be the, be the best
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| I would stay the night on (?)
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| All the
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| I think it’d probably be the, be the, be the, be the best
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| I my
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| A little something
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| I know it’s gonna be the, be the, be the, be the best
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| Yeah I will stay the night on (?)
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| And know the
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| I know it’s gonna be the, be the, be the, be the best
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| Uh uh uhhh
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| Uh uh uhhh
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| Uh uh uhhh |