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You know, the first time I saw The X-Files
I was stoned as usual
Here comes Scully walking in
Zapping through the Cartwright
Fox Mulder went and lost his gun
And he keeps holding on to the flashlight
Shining bright on lost memory
Scully, I can′t forget your sweet sixteen
"I'm not an alien, I′m here, it's not a dream
I wish you'd recognize the voice that sang your favorite song"
Kansas City Airport
Got the jukebox on wheels, hello
There′s a talking head silently
Tapping on my shoulder
I′m standing there, I'm stunned
Flying high as a kite
My hero, he turns out to be
Just an ordinary guy
Licking on a lollipop, looking insecure
One look in his eyes and I knew for sure
I might never come this close to a rising star
I may be crazy, but he killed me with that song
Yeah, and oh, on a night like you
Oh, on a night like you
Oh, on a night like you
Memories tend to explode
Faster, faster, it′s pure delight
Flashing past and blinding my eye
Memories you've been trying to blow away
Keep on coming back again
The band is in the basement, it′s Saturday night
In Richmond, VA, after a gig with The Pies
Singing off with the clouds of my birthday surprise
Delicious Donna decides to write a new episode
I remember being introduced, Stevie's face was small
He just kept me reeling, man, we were laughing at the dark
Getting ready to march all the way back home to Mars
One last fuel stop at Itchycoo Park
And oh, on a night like you
Oh, on a night like you
Oh, on a night like you
Memories tend to explode
Yeah, oh, on a night like you
Oh, on a night like you
Oh, on a night like you
Memories tend to explode
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Writer(s): Barry A Hay, George J Kooymans Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
