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It's June and |
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I'm still wearing my boots |
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Come soon, back to |
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New England |
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With its outspread arms |
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And lost charms |
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I do understand |
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New England. |
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Brutal old witch |
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You near had us this year |
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Trapped us inside past the point |
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Of all human behaviour |
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We got out with our lives |
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And also this |
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A secret to take to the grave |
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And a houseful of mad bliss |
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It's June and |
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I'm still wearing my boots |
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Come soon, back to |
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New England |
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With its outspread arms |
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And lost charms |
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I do understand |
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New England. |
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She's the law, |
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She's around by above me |
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She's like a bug in me |
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She can read my mind |
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That's the last time |
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I lie She's like a bug in me |
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Beautiful witch |
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Going to seed |
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Mother to us who just want to be |
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Left alone in peace |
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It's June and |
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I'm still wearing my boots |
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Come soon, back to |
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New England |
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With its outspread arms |
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And lost charms |
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Outspread arms and lost charms |
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Outspread arms and lost charms |
