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And now the air is clear, my dear and you're still here and so |
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A certain surprise, give you my sweet certain surprise |
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Silence has never been my thing |
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I'm one of those, I love to shout and sing about my love |
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Sweet flying dove, there's no one above, sweet certain surprise |
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Soft and certain, tell the moon? My love is how I think of you and so |
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With certain surprise, give you my sweet certain surprise |
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Laughter has always been my thing |
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I'm one of those, oh I love to shout and sing about my love |
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Sweet flying dove, there's no one above, sweet certain surprise |
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Oh, we're too sensitive, my dear two fugitives from fear and so |
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With a certain surprise, give you my sweet certain surprise |
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Silence has never been my thing |
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I'm one of those, I love to shout and sing about my love |
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Sweet flying dove, there's no one above, sweet certain surprise |
