It's a mystery, when I see your
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pretty face around your burning lips
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But when I think of myself, inside
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I'm so shy
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That I could cry having those
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memories so far
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The glorious nation of lovely party
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girls won't let me go in my dreams
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No one can hold me tight
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When I fly throught the night
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Ooh... misty man, misty man
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I live with a girl who ain't good
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enought to make love to foolish guys
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And my "Paradise" doesn't wanna
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hear me playing piano all the time
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I have to try to have my baby back,
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hope she makes me feel alright
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(she makes me feel so fresh)
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No-one can hold me tight
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When I fly through the night
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Ooh... misty man, misty man
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I want to break free, I want to be
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free and see the real color of your eyes
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Ooh... misty man, misty man
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Misty Man
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| Waltari |
