Now that she's back in the atmosphere
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With drops of Jupiter in her hair, hey, hey
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She acts like summer and walks like rain
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Reminds me that there's time to change, hey, hey
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Since the return from her stay on the moon
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She listens like spring and she talks like June, hey, hey
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Tell me did you sail across the sun
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Did you make it to the Milky Way to see the lights all faded
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And that heaven is overrated
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Tell me, did you fall for a shooting star
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One without a permanent scar
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And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there
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Now that she's back from that soul vacation
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Tracing her way through the constellation, hey, hey
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She checks out Mozart while she does tae-bo
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Reminds me that there's room to grow, hey, hey
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Now that she's back in the atmosphere
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I'm afraid that she might think of me as plain ol' Jane
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Told a story about a man who is too afraid to fly so he never did land
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Tell me did the wind sweep you off your feet
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Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day
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And head back to the Milky Way
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And tell me, did Venus blow your mind
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Was it everything you wanted to find
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And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there
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Can you imagine no love, pride, deep-fried chicken
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Your best friend always sticking up for you even when I know you're wrong
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Can you imagine no first dance, freeze dried romance five-hour phone conversation
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The best soy latte that you ever had . . . and me
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Tell me did the wind sweep you off your feet
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Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day
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And head back toward the Milky Way
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[Repeat 1st Chorus]
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Drops Of Jupiter
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