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I think I'd prefer if you didn't know anything special about me.
Yes, I think it's best, given my high propensity for making poetry
Out of every shooting star.

So, please, don't fall in love.
I'm not the boy you should be plucking off petals for,
Or telling secrets about.
Believe me, I really want to feel it.
This time, I really thought I could.

But just when I started to feel happy again,
That's when my heart went all to pieces my friend.
'Cause you never know what beauty you'll find
Down the Velvet Goldmine.

So, then let it snow.
Let there be tinsel all trimming the boulevard
And all those baggage claims.
I'll be at the movies. I'll have my own row at the Cinerama Dome
Handin' out miracles, givin' out angels wings
To every mother's child who knows:

Whenever you're starting to feel happy again,


That's when your heart goes all to pieces, my friend.
'Cause who ever knows what beauty you'll find
Down the Velvet Goldmine.

Lai de dai. Lai de dai de dai de dai de dai de dai.

Maybe I'm starting to feel happy again,
Maybe these arms won't know how
To let go of him.
And are we the wise ones gathered
Confessing our fears,
Searching the stars within us
That others might hear?

There could be angels waiting to bring us the news
Of one little boy in love with the world left to choose.
Can we leave all this heartache behind
In the Velvet Goldmine?

Yahoo foree yahoo foree yahoo foree yahoo yea.

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