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Those looks have closed me in your palm |
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sent me dreaming softly between |
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but I wont stay where I dream for long |
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through your rising in the morning |
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and when you're sailing round the evening |
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and when you come back home |
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when you come back home |
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I won't ever let go |
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I haven't before |
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yoo-hoo (x3) |
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yoo-hoo (x3) |
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finish me |
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dressed in wet-strained silk |
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hanging your eyes widened too |
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somewhere above the windows reach steps of the middle room(?) |
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we can write back home |
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we can write back home |
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ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh oooooooh whoo hoo |
