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Oh Nectarine |
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Will you love me right again? |
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Want to blank you |
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Want to ease you from my mind |
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Want to see you |
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Want to hurt you so bad, and |
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Want to love you senseless |
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Leave you there in bed |
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Oh Nectarine, come love me right again |
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On that night, I |
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Saw your picture traced in stars |
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Through the branches |
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I saw the meteors |
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Are you weary? |
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Lay you down and get some rest |
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Lose the dress |
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And wear the boots instead |
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Oh Nectarine, come love me right again |
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And her hands went numb |
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I tried to hang on |
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But sweetness swept through all my senses |
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All those days and nights |
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Sharpened appetites |
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And future, past and perfect tenses |
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I'm a brass man |
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You could bust me with one swing |
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It's not you, friend |
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It's a stranger in your brain |
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Rents a room, and |
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Comes to stay and don't know when |
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Breaks the dishes and the whole kitchen |
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Poor Nectarine, come be yourself again |
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Oh Nectarine |
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Will you love me right again? |
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Want to blank you |
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Want to ease you from my mind |
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Want to see you |
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Want to hurt you so bad, and |
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Want to love you senseless |
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Leave you there in bed |
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Oh Nectarine, come love me right again |
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Nectarine, come love me right again |
