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When my days are rolling stones |
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When my memories ring like telephones |
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And I'll have somewhere I can go |
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I'll have comfort, this one thing I know |
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You pull another blanket round me |
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Yeah you, pull another blanket round me |
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This is where I want to be |
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This is where I want to be |
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She needs me |
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She needs me |
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She needs me |
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And it's okay |
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Silver thunder, turquoise stream |
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Leaves of amber, fields of emerald green |
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You sketch all those shades on me |
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I am yours, you can do what you like with me |
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Yeah you, pull another blanket round me |
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Yeah you, you pull another blanket round me |
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'Cause this is where I want to be |
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This is where I want to be |
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She needs me |
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She needs me |
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She needs me |
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And it's okay |
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This is where I want to be |
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This is where I want to be |
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This is where I want to be |
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This is where I want to be |
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I am yours, you can do what you like with me |
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I am yours, you can do what you like with me |
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I am yours, you can do what you like with me, with me |
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If I'm still there in the setting sun |
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We'll run |
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Away |
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End |
