(Gold-Lloyd-Echolette)
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She sits by the window, stares into the night
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Just waiting for a foreign sound from outside
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Far beyond the atmospheres
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She is listening for a call to take her homewards
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To herself
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Oh, I love you so
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He who's master of the icy shots
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Won't harm you in the morning
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She knows that the pavement's hard
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There between the stars
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To travel on to martian homesick city
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She is weeping silently but there's not a tear
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Just raindrops falling from the painted ceiling
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The dance of the foraging bee will number
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All the things she has been longing for all of her life
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I will not pass this night in vain, she says
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I'll stand this kind of rain
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I know the way, I'll find the path
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Yes, carol wants to go to mars
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Back where the red-cold sun is sinking
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To the channels of D'daar
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Day breaks through the grating
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Someone moves a chair
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And sunlight blisters dazzling on a glass
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Take a pill and greet the day for sedative holidays
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Why aren't you sleeping in the night
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Oh, I love you so
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He who's master of the icy shots
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Won't harm you till the evening
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We shall meet tomorrow night
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And I'll kiss you just as tenderly
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As Cygnus kissed the deserts
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Carol Masters
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| Alphaville |
