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She bathes me in sweetness, |
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I cannot reveal |
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For sharing dreams |
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I need my woman |
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This humble expression...meagerly dressed |
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My eyes so mean it has no meaning |
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But jealous night and all her secret chords |
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I must be deaf...on the telephone... |
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I need my love to translate |
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I play the piano, no more running honey |
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This time to the sky |
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I'll sing if clouds don't hear me |
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To the sun |
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I'll cry and even if |
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I'm blinded |
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I'll try moon gazer, because with you |
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I'm stronger... |
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I'm stronger... |
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I'm stronger |
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Arc of a diver...effortlessly...my mind in sky and when |
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I wake up |
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In daytime or nighttime... |
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I feel you near |
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Warm water breathing...she helps me hear |
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But jealous night and all her secret chords |
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I must be deaf...on the telephone... |
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I need my love to translate |
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This time to the sky |
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I'll sing if clouds don't hear me |
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To the sun |
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I'll cry and even if |
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I'm blinded |
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I'll try moon gazer...because with you |
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I'm stronger (BREAK) |
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But jealous night and all her secret chords |
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I must be deaf...on the telephone... |
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I'll need my love to translate |
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This time to the sky |
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I'll sing if clouds don't hear me |
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To the sun |
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I'll cry and even if |
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I'm blinded |
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I'll try moon gazer...because with you |
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I'm stronger doo-do-doot, doo-do-doot, do-do-do-do doo-do-doot, doo-do-doot, do-do-do-dit doo-do-doot, doo-do-doot, do-do-do-do doo-do-do-do-dit, |
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Lean streaky music...spawned on the streets... |
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I hear it but with you |
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I have to go |
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Cause my rock 'n' roll...is putting on weight...and the beat. it goes on |
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Arc of a diver...effortlessly...my mind in sky and when |
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I wake up, woah-oh-oh |
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Daytime and nighttime... |
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I feel you near |
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Warm water breathing...she helps me hear |
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But jealous night and all her secret chords |
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I must be deaf...on the telephone... |
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I'll need my love to translate |
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With you my love we're going to...raid the future |
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With you my love we're going to stick up the past |
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We'll hold today to ransom...'til our quartz clock stop...until yesterday |
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Woah, until yesterday |
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Until yesterday |
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Til our quartz clock stop |
