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Had a northern lad |
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Well not exactly had |
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He moved like the sunset |
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God who painted that |
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First he loved my accent |
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How his knees could bend |
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I thought we'd be ok |
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Me and my molasses |
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But I feel something is wrong |
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But I feel this cake still isn't done |
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Don't say that you don't |
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And if you could see me now |
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Said if you could see me now |
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Girls you've got to know |
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When it's time to turn the page |
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When you're only wet |
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Because of the rain |
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Because of the rain |
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He don't show much these days |
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It's gets so fucking cold |
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I loved his secret places |
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But I can't go anymore |
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"You change like sugar cane" |
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Says my northern lad |
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I guess you go too far |
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When pianos try to be guitars |
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I feel the west in you |
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But I feel is falling apart too |
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Don't say that you don't |
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And if you could see me now |
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Said if you could see me now |
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Girls you've got to know |
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When it's time to turn the page |
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When you're only wet |
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Because of the rain |
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When you're only wet |
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Because of the rain |
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Because of the rain |
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Because of the rain |
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Because of the rain |
