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Now the party's over, I'm so tired |
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Then I see you coming out of nowhere |
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Much communication in a motion |
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Without conversation or a notion |
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Avalon |
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Where the samba takes you out of nowhere |
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And the background's fading out of focus |
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Yes, the picture's changing every moment |
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And your destination you don't know it |
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Avalon |
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Dancing, dancing |
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Dancing, dancing |
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When you bossa nova there's no holding |
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Would you have me dancing out of nowhere? |
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Avalon, Avalon, Avalon |
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Avalon, Avalon, Avalon |
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Avalon, Avalon, Avalon |
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Avalon, Avalon, Avalon |
