Glamour and fashion
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Models and magazines... a striking runway entrance
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Beauty and passion
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Stardust and high class scenes of popular teens
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When I lived in Denver, I met a millionaire
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With ribbons in her blonde hair
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I still remember
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She was like a princess straight from a dreamy castle in the air
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So lovely...
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She was everything to me
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Both alone in the dark
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We long to see the sun
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Rise over the Bering Strait
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I was sick of the west
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When I turned 21
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So I moved to the Sunshine State
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We played golf on the moon
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And tennis on the sun
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Like athletes of the afternoon
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The solar flares burned my arms
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And made her makeup run
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On our super lunar honeymoon
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I was the youngest son of a congressman
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And everything was my fault...
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She was a gymnast, happily swinging
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On the uneven bars, tucked in a somersault
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So lovely,
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she was every thing to me....
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Both alone in the dark
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We longed to see the sun
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Rise over the Bering Strait
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I was sick of the west
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When I turned 21
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So I moved to the Sunshine State.
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We played golf on the moon and tennis on the sun
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Like athletes of the afternoon
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The solar flares burned my arms
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And made her makeup run
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On our super lunar honeymoon.
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Super Honeymoon
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Owl City |