(Lyrics: Gold / Music: Gold-Bloss)
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I used to live in the greyness of life
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Like a parrot in a flock of crows
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Better put on my gold-feathered cloak
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And walk out into the cold
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And since I was a kid I shone so much from inside out
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Like San Sebastian on prime time TV
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And I sigh when I look at all the good things around
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All those untold treasures
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And unmeasured pleasures
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I'd like to be like no other honeybee
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Sucking on the sweet, sweet flower
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And when the sun goes down I got the power to fly...
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And that is the only feeling,
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The one and only chance to get away
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From anything that hurts
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That's what my manager used to say...
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When you came into my sight
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I (had to) put on my shades
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Cause I was blinded so much
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By the light that you spread
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And I'm sure it will grow forever
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And scare all the zombies away
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And since I know we belong to each other
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You can try me out cause it gets me on the go
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Could we ever hope that we would star tonite
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In this crazy show
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I know you'll be like no other honeybee
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Sucking on the sweetest flowers
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And when the night is falling we got the power to fly...
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And that is the only feeling,
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The one and only chance to get away
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From anything that hurts
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That's what my manager used to say...
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And that is the only moment
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Giving away is all we got to do
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To take away the pain
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Till the music will rage in our brains
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And then we're standing in a hurricane
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2 b free...
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You're standing in a hurricane
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To be free
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Hand in hand with me to be free...
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And the sun goes down...
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And the sun goes down...
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Hurricane
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Alphaville |