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He has a taste of anger |
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And it's oh so sweet |
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He likes to make it linger |
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And he pulls in every single string |
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We get a warm welcome wrapped in frost |
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He'll give her every little thing |
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Sings the sweetest songs to me |
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She is his favourite little thing |
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You will be wandering through some beautiful moments |
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I hear the bluebells ringing |
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With touch of cooling winds |
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His sore throat's screaming out of his angry mind |
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These melodies of softest cream heal her skin |
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He says we will be healing |
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And it's oh so neat |
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I shall repaint the picture |
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And dye it into abstract art |
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I need a cloud to jump on, somewhere to dream |
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to pick my own sparkling sun |
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Tunes of velvet, breaking in |
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Into my heart on a constant run |
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He can provide a safe place when thoughts get heavy |
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He will be carrying them, oh all of them for you |
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He will be poisoning her still growing mind |
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These melodies of softest cream will heal her skin |
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I'll try to catch the sun beams |
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They'll be for you my girl |
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Let shades away, be shining |
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You are my brightest little pearl |
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You will be his princess, in his land |
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He'll give you every little thing |
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Scented cherries of finest brand |
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He'll do it all to make her cling |
