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Behind the Scenes recording Session at SoundStruck Studios Dubai
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This cigarette’s an afterthought; n the smoke is getting in my eyes
And no one in the room seems to notice, but I guess they think I’m mesmerized
By all the sparkles in her eyes, so I come off seeming lonely and bored
But you may find I’m writing down her every line
This party’s getting musty and stale
He asked me if we could get some fresher air
‘Cause everyone knows its best not to come with us
To our U.F.O. landing party
And as we drink Champagne under the moon
We’re giving off some signs that we won’t ever comprehend
But all this time I feel the chills up my spine
Cause I know that she is reading my mind
Looking down, like they’re in on the joke?
Fixing what isn’t broke and hey I don’t even smoke, oh woah
Avoiding men in black suits, is Mulder and Scully about?
She’s looking awfully cute, so much I nearly black out
I’m trying hard but it’s the air that you breathe, you suffocate me, alienate everybody you see
You’re invading my mind, close encounter third kind, asking me for a ride back to your home?
I can feel me getting lighter than air
And I know real soon that we will be outta here
And I don’t mind leaving my old world behind
I came back to play on N.A.S.A.’s door, ‘cause she forgot her keys to her flying saucer
She left them at the party that night, now we’re leaving, I’m not putting up a fight
So I’m living on the edge of space, with some folk who you could call an alien race
And you may find I’m having one hell of a time