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Dear sweetie, |
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here I come with another, "Hey what's happening?" |
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Listen to me, listen to me, |
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tell me you doubt I'm ordinary. |
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Give me sunshine, make me happy, give me sunshine. |
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I'm holding in my fingers the last string, |
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I'll set you free. |
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There will be no more questions of strength, |
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I cut my throat playing indian. |
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Dear sweetie, |
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here I come with another, "Hey what's happening?" |
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Listen to me, listen to me, |
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tell me you doubt I'm ordinary. |
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Give me sunshine, make me happy, give me sunshine. |
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I'm holding in my fingers the last string, |
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I'll set you free. |
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I cut my throat playing indian, |
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I was trying to get to you. |
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Well now that's a fucking, fucking, fucking friend. |
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You say you feel affection, |
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so come now and save us. |
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Dear sweetie, |
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here I come with another, "Hey what's happening?" |
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Listen to me, listen to me, |
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you tell me you doubt I'm ordinary. |
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Give me sunshine, make me happy, give me sunshine. |