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Stuck in line, |
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I let it be |
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I see the beauty and the subtleties |
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The man he turns to me, a passing grin |
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No I belong to him in my imagination |
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She almost didn't give you the message |
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Where we would be if she never gave you the message? |
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I told a friend |
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I liked her book' |
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Cause I understand opinion's worth |
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It's like a boy who hear he's awfully smart |
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He has a plant that grows tall because he talks to it |
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She almost didn't give you the message |
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Where we would be if she never you the message? |
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You're a pot of gold |
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And you're sitting in the rainbow's edge |
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There's a marigold |
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Growing in between your toes |
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You're a pot of gold |
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Sitting in the rainbow's edge |
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There's a marigold |
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Growing in between your |
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I ran straight home direct from class |
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Won't let this time come to pass |
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Put some records on, ones you know |
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I grabbed the phone, in the background screw your courage |
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She almost didn't give you the message |
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Where we would be if she never you the message? |
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Walking in the springtime air |
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Pushing through the door and up the stairs |
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Baby pointed out there was a light |
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On a white telephone, you're chattering tonight |
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She almost didn't give you the message |
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Where we would be if she never you the message? |
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You're a pot of gold |
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Sitting in the rainbow's edge |
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There's a marigold |
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Growing in between your toes |
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You're a pot of gold |
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Sitting in the rainbow's edge |
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There's a marigold |
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Growing in between your |
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I would have waited for you |
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I would have called you again |
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I would have waited for you |
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I would have called you again |
