| Follow me way back in time to my post war phantom empire
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| Freezing and homeless in the cold winter night
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| Hanging out in a tubeway station with no place to go
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| Full of dreams and illusions, waiting for the end of night
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| Then I saw your face all over the place
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| A porn-supermarket ad, a strange attractor
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| A moment I will never ever forget
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| How could I know this was my flight to Venus
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| When I bought my underground ticket
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| That night I waved good-bye to life
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| With the international narcotics kings and their wifes
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| In simmering anticipation…
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| She looked like the queen of babylon, a girl of the underworld
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| Soft skin on black silk, bathed in cold neon light
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| An icon at the wall of a cathedral, a b-girl rhapsody
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| A date with desaster between the devil &the deep blue
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| Forbidden paradise when worlds collide
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| In this city by night I was on a most fantastic journey
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| How could I know this was my flight to Venus
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| When I bought my underground ticket
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| That night I waved good-bye to life
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| With the international narcotics kings and their wifes
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| In simmering anticipation…
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| It’s a glittering secret, a magic spell
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| The pale girls they know but they never will tell
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| And I wished we were movie stars, just you and me
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| And Saturday night, Saturday night became eternity
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| How could I know this was my flight…
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| How could I know this was my flight…
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| How could I know this was my flight…
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| How could I know this was my flight to Venus
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| When I bought my underground ticket
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| That night I waved good-bye to life
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| With the international narcotics kings and their wifes
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| In simmering anticipation… |