Drift along this Champagne Supernova,
The Nature of Reality lives.
The Masterplan is divinely intact...
I Hope, I Think, I Know.
Awake to the Morning Glory;
Sunday Morning Calls.
Go Let It Out,
sing a Sad Song,
just Stop Crying Your Heart Out.
Stand By Me and you'll be well,
Whatever you want me to be,
I'll act as your Wonderwall.
Little By Little you're fading away.
Don't Go Away,
Don't Look Back In Anger,
don't Slide Away.
Some Might Say,
Up in the Sky,
the Songbird sings,
Let There Be Love,
but it's All in the Mind.
Born on a Different Cloud,
the Better Man sighs,
She Is Love,
Love Like A Bomb.
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