well he lit you up
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like amber waves in his movie show
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he fixed you up real good
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till i don't know you anymore
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from ballet class to a lap dance
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straight to video
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and the pool side news
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was that he would be
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launching you
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[CHORUS:]
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into every young man's
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bedroom - you gave it up
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on dvd and magazine -
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you gave it up
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a private rite of passage
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you gave it up
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to every boy's sweet dream
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with their paper cuts
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you said "he's got a
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healing machine
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it glows in the dark
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glows in the dark:
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you say "there's not a lot
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of me
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left anymore -
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just leave it alone.
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but if you're buy, and you have
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the time, tell the northern
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lights to keep shining - lately it seems like they're drowning"
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he cold light you up
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and summon every swan
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or the lakeside
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off to cabo san lucas
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for some optical stimulus
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then you started to guess
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there was someone else
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though his flint glass
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seeing all of you
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immersed in his sepia
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[CHORUS]
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so i went by -
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cause i had the time,
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and told the northern lights
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to keep shining
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they told me to tell you -
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they're waving
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Amber Waves
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| Tori Amos |
