I don't know who I am
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I don't know who you are
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But when I touch your hand
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I see shooting stars
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I see ferris wheels
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Curling walls of steal
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And light.
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The long distance calls
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Over twisted wires
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Some last heart felt words
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Caught up on the lines
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We speak through satellites
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That hang like the stars at night
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In the sky.
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Ferris Wheels
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| I Am Kloot |
