| Arms Aloft
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| Sometimes there’s no star shining
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| Scounting the edge of the universe
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| Sometimes you can’t see the horizon
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| Between the ocean and the earth
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| And just when you’re thinking about slinkin' down
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| I’m gonna pull you up? |
| I’m gonna pull ya round
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| May I remind you of that scene
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| The spirit is our gasoline
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| May I remind you of that scene
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| We were arms aloft in Aberdeen
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| May I remind you of that scene
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| Let a million mirror balls beam
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| May I remind you of that scene
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| And you say? |
| living ain’t nothing but hassles?
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| In a Manilla envelope rain
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| And driving coal all-night to Newcastle
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| It’s getting to be a repettetive strain
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| And just when you’re thinking about
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| Going down the drain?
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| May I remind you of that scene
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| The spirit is our gasoline
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| May I remind you of that scene
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| We were arms aloft in Aberdeen
|
| May I remind you of that scene
|
| Let a million mirror balls beam
|
| May I remind you of that scene
|
| I’m gonna pull you up? |
| I’m gonna pull ya round
|
| May I remind you of that scene
|
| The spirit is our gasoline
|
| May I remind you of that scene
|
| We were arms aloft in Aberdeen
|
| Let a million mirror balls beam
|
| The spirit is our gasoline
|
| May I remind you of that scene
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| We were arms aloft in Aberdeen
|
| They say the stars can’t see their rays
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| Nor can they count their numbered days
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| No flower can says what perfume is
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| We got all this and bird and diz
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| May I remind you of that scene
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| We were arms aloft in Aberdeen
|
| May I remind you of that scene
|
| Sometimes there’s no star shining
|
| Scounting the edge of the universe
|
| Sometimes you can’t see the horizon
|
| Between the ocean and the earth
|
| And just when you’re thinking about slinkin' down
|
| I’m gonna pull you up? |
| I’m gonna pull ya round
|
| May I remind you of that scene
|
| The spirit is our gasoline
|
| May I remind you of that scene
|
| We were arms aloft in Aberdeen
|
| May I remind you of that scene
|
| Let a million mirror balls beam
|
| May I remind you of that scene
|
| And you say? |
| living ain’t nothing but hassles?
|
| In a Manilla envelope rain
|
| And driving coal all-night to Newcastle
|
| It’s getting to be a repettetive strain
|
| And just when you’re thinking about
|
| Going down the drain?
|
| May I remind you of that scene
|
| The spirit is our gasoline
|
| May I remind you of that scene
|
| We were arms aloft in Aberdeen
|
| May I remind you of that scene
|
| Let a million mirror balls beam
|
| May I remind you of that scene
|
| I’m gonna pull you up? |
| I’m gonna pull ya round
|
| May I remind you of that scene
|
| The spirit is our gasoline
|
| May I remind you of that scene
|
| We were arms aloft in Aberdeen
|
| Let a million mirror balls beam
|
| The spirit is our gasoline
|
| May I remind you of that scene
|
| We were arms aloft in Aberdeen
|
| They say the stars can’t see their rays
|
| Nor can they count their numbered days
|
| No flower can says what perfume is
|
| We got all this and bird and diz
|
| May I remind you of that scene
|
| We were arms aloft in Aberdeen
|
| May I remind you of that scene |