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There's more to life than love, with its pull, drawing |
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The path is simple, clear and not worth following |
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Here, waiting for love to arrive, in its tall, dark, handsome frame |
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Still here, will it ever find me? |
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Waiting for my prop to spin , spin, spin,spin |
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Oh hapless sea, too deep for dredging |
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Too young to die |
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Oh hapless sea, too wide for dredging |
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Pinball from shore to shore |
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Weight me with no expectations |
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Load me with no demands |
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Beach me with no limitations |
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Hold out your hand |
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Hold out your hand |
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And I'll wrap my web around you |
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And never let go |
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I'll wrap myself around you |
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Hold out your hand |
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Hold out your hand |
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Hold out your hand |
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hold out your hand |
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Hold out your hand- and make me spin, spin, spin, spin |
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Spin, spin, spin, spin,spin, spin, spin, spin,spin, spin, spin |