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love can be fun, if you don't put in the work |
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stick with the honey, stay as long as it's worth |
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burrows in the forest, dig in under your skin |
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evergreens and poseurs dropping needles to win the fling |
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red and gray the fur will fly |
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spring has thawed |
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you watch the summer going by |
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we are warming slowly |
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our hearts left out in the sun |
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the foxes they will show us |
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the bed of trundle is done |
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this cub was asleep, a dream left under a wood |
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would that you were bolder, a bold and dangerous move |
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gray and red the fur will fly |
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spring has thawed |
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you watch the summer going by |
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we are warming slowly |
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our hearts left out in the sun |
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the foxes they will show us |
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the bed of trundle is done |
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we are warming slowly |
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our hearts left out in the sun |
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the foxes they will show us |
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the bed of trundle is done |
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love can be work, if you don't put in the fun |
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when I'm done with you, I stick you next to the trophies |
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the other ones... |
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the other ones... |
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the other ones... |
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the other ones... |
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... |
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we are warming slowly |
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our hearts left out in the sun |
|
the foxes they will show us |
|
the bed of trundle is done |
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we are warming slowly |
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our hearts left out in the sun |
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the foxes they will show us |
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the bed of trundle is done |
