Now that she's back in the atmosphere
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With drops of Jupiter in her hair, yea
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She acts like summer and walks like rain
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Reminds me that there's time to change, yea
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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, yea, yea
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And tell me, did you sail across the sun?
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Did you make it to the Milky Way
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To see the lights all faded
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And that heaven is overrated?
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Tell me, did you fall from a shooting star?
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One without a permanent scar
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And did you missed me
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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, yea
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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, yea
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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
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Plain ol' Jane told a story about a man
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Who was too afraid to fly so he never did land
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But tell me, did the wind sweep you off your feet?
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Did you finally get the chance
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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 missed me
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While you were looking for yourself out there?
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Can you imagine your love, pride, deep-fried chicken
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Your best friend always sticking up for you
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Even when I know you're wrong?
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Can you imagine your first dance, freeze-dried romance
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Five-hour phone conversation
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The best soy latte that you ever had, and me?
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And tell me, did the wind sweep you off your feet?
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Did you finally get the chance
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To dance along the light of day
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And head back toward the Milky Way?
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Tell me, did you sail across the sun?
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Did you make it to the Milky Way
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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 then you missed me
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While you were looking for yourself?
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Drops Of Jupiter
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Alex Goot |