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Girl in a uniform |
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Grey and white and crisp, clean |
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How can I live in your world |
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Of strawberry flowers |
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And colourful hours |
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Lovingly I dust all the dust on your shelf |
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Kiss the mirror clean |
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Where you glance at yourself |
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I know what to do |
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Maybe a letter I'll send |
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From underground and wait to be found out |
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Lovingly I press out the ink on the page |
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Carefully I'd scent it |
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In stock from the meadow |
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It is dark... in the meadow |
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I spill it all as I pour |
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Red wine will stain... remember |
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There's none for the little girl blue |
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Who lives down the stairs |
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And loves like the stars |
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But I must not forget |
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That I am what I am |
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And you must not forget |
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That you are who you are |
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It is dark... in the meadow |
