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only takes a little bit of a gleam or a glimmer |
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only just a little bit of a shake or a shiver |
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and nothing never matters 'til it's shattered |
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smothered and covered splattered all over manhattan |
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and it's sha, sha, sha sha sha-doobie |
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sometimes it's really just like the movies |
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it was a glimpse a little bit of nothing make a difference |
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and nothing's been the same since the chain of events |
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it's the place where dreams come true |
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but dreams can still be nightmares too |
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and it's sha, sha, sha sha whoa whoa |
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so much it's close enough for rock 'n roll |
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should've known the world was cold, next time you'll make a sweater |
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poets from the days of old have never said it better |
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sometimes it really glitters and sometimes it's even gold |
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but baby when it isn't then it must be rock 'n roll |
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and it's sha, sha, sha sha sha-doobie |
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sometimes it's really just like the movies |
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and it's sha, sha, sha sha sha-doobie |
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sometimes you just stay home and watch movies |
