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Blue girl |
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In a summer dress in the greenhouse |
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Where she overslept dreaming of an ocean |
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Like a meadow |
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But wet, wet with holy water |
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Blue girl |
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In the shallows floating completely bare |
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We fell together cos good love is rare |
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And in the dying light a kerosene sun |
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Burns warmer than none |
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Holy water, holy water |
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Sleeplessness |
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In the deepest night |
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Her smallest fear becomes a reef of death |
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And the Blue girl's maiden voyage |
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Is shipwrecked and sunk in holy water |
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We go swimming in holy water |
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Floating in holy water |
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We fell together cos good love is rare |
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Holy water soaked through her hair |
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Holy water, holy water |
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Blue girl |
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In a summer dress in the greenhouse |
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Where she overslept dreaming of an ocean |
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Like a meadow |
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But wet, wet with holy water |
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We go swimming in holy water |
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Lying in the shade of the tree of man |
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We fell together cos good love is rare |
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Holy water soaked through her yellow hair |
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Holy water, holy water |
