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| 5:09 | 
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I walk along the avenue.
I never thought I'd meet a girl like you. Meet a girl like you. With auburn hair and tawny eyes. The kind of eyes that hypnotize me through. Hypnotize me through. And I ran. I ran so far away. I just ran. I ran all night and day. I couldn't get away. A cloud appears above your head. A beam of light comes shining down on you. Shining down on you. The cloud is moving nearer still. Aurora borealis comes in view. Aurora comes in view. Rpt. Chorus Reached out a hand to touch your face. You're slowly disappearing from my view. -pearing from my view. Reached out a hand to try again. I'm floating in a beam of light with you. Beam of light with you. Rpt. Chorus 2x |
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| 2. |
| 3:48 |
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I saw your eyes
And you made me smile For a little while I was falling in love I saw your eyes And you touched my mind Although it took a while I was falling in love I saw your eyes And you made me cry And for a little while I was falling in love I was falling in love Falling in love Falling in love Falling in love Falling in love |
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| 3. |
| 4:27 |
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What's this I see?
You're try'n' to hide Away from me, Away from me. Don't you know That you can run But you can't hide away. No, you won't find Your piece of mind Away from me, Away from me. And in your mind You will not find Your piece of mind today. You can run, (no, you can't run) You can hide, (no, you can't hide) You can run, (no, you can't run) You can hide away. You're part of me, I'm part of you. What can we do? What can we do? I am your sin Living within, It's up to you. What can we do? The more you run, The more you hide Me down inside your head. The more they see The you in me The more your life is dead. You can run, (no, you can't run) You can hide, (no, you can't hide) You can run, (no, you can't run) You can hide away. What's this I see? You're try'n' to hide Away from me, Away from me. Don't you know That you can run But you can't hide away. Typed by John Manfreda |
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| 4. |
| 2:48 |
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What happened to the world we had when we were young?
What happened to the sun? What happened to the buildings and the fields and trees? Won't someone tell me, please? I sit here all alone and watch the saucers in the sky. Where has the feeling gone? Don't ask me why, don't ask me. What happened to the wings that used to search the sky? Where did the clouds all fly? No sign of life around me, nothing anywhere. This moment I should share. I sit here all alone and watch the saucers in the sky. Where has the feeling gone? Don't ask me why, don't ask me. But I'm so glad I waited, As I anticipated, 'cos now I see you. I see your points of silver piercing the night, Moving towards my sight. I'll never understand the lights up in the sky No matter how I try. I sit here all alone and watch the saucers in the sky. Where has the feeling gone? Don't ask me why, don't ask me. But I'm so glad I waited, As I anticipated, 'cos now I see you. But I'm so glad I waited, (waited) As I anticipated, 'cos now I see you. Yes I'm so glad I waited, (waited) As I anticipated, 'cos now I see you. Typed by John Manfreda |
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| 5. |
| 2:53 |
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The hands on the clock
Can't hold back the time. Without the clock There's no reason why. We're sending messages, Messages, Messages, Messages. With hands held high To the new sunrise, With open arms To the empty skies Receiving messages, Messages, Messages, Messages. (From the rings of Saturn.) Messages, Messages, Messages, Messages. Through space and time For a million years, (From the rings of Saturn) Receiving messages. Receiving messages, Messages, Messages, Messages. (From the rings of Saturn.) Messages, Messages, Messages, Messages. Messages, Messages, Messages, Messages. Typed by John Manfreda |
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| 6. |
| 2:33 |
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Ultraviolet, Radio light To your solar system On a beam of light. This is telecommunication, Telecommunication Telecommunication, Telecommunication Laser beam Coming through the night To my T.V. screen, To my color eye. This is telecommunication, Telecommunication Telecommunication, Telecommunication Video screen, Silver page, With a new calibration For the nuclear age. This is telecommunication, Telecommunication Telecommunication, Telecommunication This is telecommunication, Telecommunication Telecommunication, Telecommunication This is telecommunication, Telecommunication Telecommunication, Telecommunication Telecommunication, Telecommunication, Telecommunication, Telecommunication Typed by John Manfreda |
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| 7. |
| 3:51 |
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She's an automatic,
He's a cosmic man, They will get together. They should know better by now. The meet in a garden Down in old Japan Where young love's forbidden; You've got to keep it hidden. Modern love is automatic, Modern love is automatic. Modern love is automatic, Modern love is automatic. They locked him away For twenty years they say. You won't see him again, But I know diff'rent. Modern love is automatic, Modern love is automatic, Modern love is automatic, Modern love is automatic, Modern love is automatic, Modern love is automatic, automatic, automatic, automatic, automatic, automatic, automatic. Typed by John Manfreda |
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| 8. |
| 4:43 |
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I can see you standing outside,
See your shadow on the wall by a street lamp. I've got a manual instructing my brain. I turn around, cover eyes, I see you Standing in the doorway; Standing in the doorway I can see you. Standing in the doorway; Standing in the doorway I can see you. I can see you walking behind, See your face silhouetted in the half light. I've got a manual instructing my brain. I turn around, cover eyes, I see you Standing in the doorway; Standing in the doorway I can see you. Standing in the doorway; Standing in the doorway I can see you. I can feel your presence inside, Like a chill, like the point of a sharp knife. Instruction manual instructing my brain. I turn around, cover eyes, I see you Standing in the doorway; Standing in the doorway I can see you. Standing in the doorway Standing in the doorway Standing in the doorway Standing in the doorway Standing in the doorway Standing in the doorway Standing in the doorway Standing in the doorway Typed by John Manfreda |
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| 2:32 | 
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| 10. |
| 5:42 |
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Man made machines make music for the man.
Now machines make music while the man makes plans. A second generation, a generation lost, While the man prepares for the holocaust. Man made machines to control the days, Now machines control while the man obeys. A second generation, a generation lost While machines prepare for the holocaust. |
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