Galatea

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You're the King Midas

Who turns these amber waves to gold

I'm a small town girl

With a dream from days of old


I'm bored with who I've always been

Pardon if I persist

I crafted dreams of sin

And you're my catalyst


Chorus:

You're my misfit teenage dream

You're my heartbeat rhythm

My Galatea made of gold

And punk rock denim


I found heaven in a punk vest

In a corner backstage

It said "Baby, I'm an anarchist"

Makes me wanna turn the page


I put every hope in you

You're my dream incarnate

You've left me in evening blue

I just can't give up yet


Chorus


You're too perfect to let go

Boy like  you comes once in a lifetime

I think of you when I'm low

And I go higher than the skyline


Chorus x2

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