| Let’s make this a slow dance. |
| Ladies' choice.
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| See now, it’s eight o’clock in Boston.
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| And Fileen’s has just locked up.
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| It’s so good to see the sky clear up this way.
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| There’s the stars, we haven’t lost 'em.
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| It’s time to fly into life’s mystery.
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| It’s time to go somewhere we’ve never seen.
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| It’s time to fly into life’s mystery.
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| Fly into the mystery.
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| Well, it’s eight o’clock in Boston suburbs too.
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| And some boyfriend, he’s lost his girlfriend.
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| Funny now, she was here just a minute ago.
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| She must have gone away. |
| Where’d she go?
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| She must have gone to fly into life’s mystery.
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| She goes no more to the places she used to be.
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| She goes to fly now into life’s mystery.
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| Look at her go into the mystery.
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| Now it’s eight o’clock in Boston.
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| And Fileen there has just locked up for the night.
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| But it’s clear sky and the stars shine.
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| I’m lookin' right up at them.
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| Isn’t it time for us to fly into life’s mystery?
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| Time to go somewhere we’ve never seen.
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| Fly into life’s mystery.
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| Fly into the mystery. |