As I fall asleep, to black and white TV
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Fly far away, in my recurring dream
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Each winter drains electricity
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There are words to say
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There are songs to sing
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But I can hardly speak at all
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Home, I'm on my way to a holiday in real time
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Float, hold my own weight, say we'll be OK
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Dear Valentine
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Now quietly peek across the street
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Perfectly kept, perfectly neat
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But it's not complete, no not at all
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Home I'm on my way to a holiday in real time
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Float, hold my own weight, say we'll be OK
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Dear Valentine
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Dear Valentine
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| Guster |
