83 lines
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83 lines
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I had a heart but I buried it someplace
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I had a brain but my body won the race
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I dream in pictures, pictures of you
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A figure of eight just won't do
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You picked the fruit that gave you a sweet taste
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You walk the tightrope unwilling to see straight
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You pick me up, then you pull me down
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Made up your mind that I'm the clown
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Accidentally we talked about the past
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Accidentally we talked about the past
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Accidentally we talked about the past
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Accidentally we talked too much
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Was it magic that redefined
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The missing link to blow your mind?
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You had a dream and you thought it religious
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You had a taste and it made it contagious
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It rips you up, then it spits you out
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Makes you know what it's all about
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Accidentally we walked away too fast
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Accidentally we walked away too fast
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Accidentally we walked away too fast
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Accidentally we took too much
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Was it magic that redefined
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The missing link to blow your mind?
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Accidentally we talked about the past
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Accidentally we talked about the past
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Accidentally we talked about the past
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Accidentally we took too much
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Oh yeah
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Oh yeah
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Oh yeah
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Oh yeah
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Was it magic that redefined
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The missing link to blow your mind?
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Oh yeah
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Oh yeah
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Was there tragedy, all we did?
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Now I know there's no place for it
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Oh yeah
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Oh yeah
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Was it magic that redefined
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The missing link to blow your mind?
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Oh yeah
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Oh yeah
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Was there tragedy in the things we did?
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Now I know there's no place for it
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Oh yeah
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Oh yeah
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__________________
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Name Missing Link
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Artist Curve
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Album Cuckoo
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Track no 1
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Original text by Toni Halliday, Dean Garcia
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