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Cho-choking on a wishbone |
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In the firing line of lovers |
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Who will never slow down |
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And I won't let you steer |
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Comandere the atmosphere |
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Since you suggested running away |
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It's romantic |
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Hit the redial |
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Maybe we should sigh a while |
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Save our second wind for |
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Sentimental warm weather |
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Four forever |
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Two together |
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We'll play dead |
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We'll play dead |
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We'll play deadly |
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Should we make believe you remember me |
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From a holiday delayed by a storm |
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Should we chance our arms alarms |
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Set to high noon until the shiver in the river is gone |
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Hoping you might whistle |
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Get all dizzy 'cause I found the reason why you're around, |
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If I won't stay sincere talk you through the tangles |
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Can you chase me till you my feet touch the ground |
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And go dancing |
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Tambourin style walking in a single file |
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You whisper half thoughts to me |
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Should we make believe you remember me |
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From a holiday delayed by a storm |
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Should we chance our arms alarms |
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Set to high noon until the shiver in the river is gone |
