| There’s a still in the night, a tuneless moonlight
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| Just the, I need you and here’s whys
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| Snoring Gords and Cheryls, there’s a heron outside
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| Inviolate light, there’s an urge to go
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| A shadow, a heightened air of peril
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| Your heart jumps too and my heart jumps too
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| I think, to myself «I don’t really know my heartâ€
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| And as you whisper 'me too'
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| Silver jet roars overhead rocks the nocturne
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| All everglade and gray sheers
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| Silver jet, so far off already, fought the hot spurs off
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| All the way to Cape Spear
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| It’s quiet again when a car like Big Ben
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| Radio dopplerin' and for all you Gregory Peck fans
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| Let us now praise famous men
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| To take some pressure off the wondrous to fight' and
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| Your heart jumps to and my heart jumps too
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| As if the wolves of North humberland themselves
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| Were rumored to be en route,
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| Silver jet, way overhead
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| Yer an archipelago, a satellite, a green star
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| Silver jet, so far off already
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| With your I need you and here’s why, flying to the next part
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| Your heart jumps too and my heart jumps too
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| I’m thinking, to myself, 'packing is a secret heart'
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| And as you whisper, 'me too'
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| Silver jet roars overhead
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| Silver jet, flying to the next part
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| Silver jet, so far off already
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| Silver jet, a satellite, a green star
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| Silver jet, way overhead
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| Silver jet, everglade gray sheers
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| Silver jet, so far off already
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| Silver jet, Clayqout Sound and Cape Spear |