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Tread upon me lightly |
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And take what you will |
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Cause it's yours anyway |
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You may have read up on me slightly |
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But if looks could kill |
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Then I died today |
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A challenge to you only |
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Can you remember my |
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Most honest face? |
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And I'd be less so lonely |
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Whenever I |
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Ordain to chase |
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The mystery |
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You bring from me |
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And I am persuaded |
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And from your eyes |
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Came a sweet reply |
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So utterly unmasqueraded |
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Morning rush hour |
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I can see |
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She used her eyes but she saw me |
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Euphoric streaks upon the sky |
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They celebrate us she and |
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I Tread upon me deeply |
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And handle with care |
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Because I just might break |
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And if I put it less discreetly |
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Enter if you dare |
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But make no mistake |
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If I stop beneath your window |
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To ply my wares |
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And serenade |
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It wouldn't hardly dare begin to |
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Imply my prayers |
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I haven't prayed |
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In some time |
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I have been resigned |
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To have settled back and waited |
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But from your eyes |
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A sweet reply so beautifully paraded |
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Morning rush hour |
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I can see |
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She used her eyes but she saw me |
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Euphoric streaks upon the sky |
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They celebrate she and |
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I Morning rush hour |
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I can see |
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She used her eyes but she saw me |
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Euphoric streaks upon the sky |
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They celebrate she and |
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I |
