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Denise, promise me you'll come around |
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For you, you decide to spread |
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Your wings, spread your wings and leave this town |
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Denise, there's something you should know |
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I hid the bottle in the woods |
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To mark the spot where I first realized |
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That what we have is more than good |
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And seems to shine a light behind my eyes |
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Denise, if only just to hear the sound |
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Of you breathing in my ear |
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I swear I'd let them put me in the ground |
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Denise, I will not be ignored |
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I hid the bongs behind the shed |
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To mark the spot where I first saw clear |
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Where what we have will never die |
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And everybody else can disappear |
