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Maybe an ocean is found in the lake |
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Maybe exceptions to this could be made |
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But I'm swimming Lord, just to be saved |
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She always loved him, but not in the way |
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The way she's supposed to, but she never claimed to |
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Oh she's swimming Lord, just to be saved |
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Young lovers gathering 'round they hold their hands on Sundays |
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And some days they'll get down on the ground, they'll get down on the ground for you |
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I'd say you got some explaining to do and some claiming to do |
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And I, I'd say you got some silly dreams that can't come true, oh |
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Someday he'll get down on the ground, he'll get down on the ground for you |
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He's getting old, he's getting old, he's getting old |
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He's getting old, he's getting old, and the water is cold |
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Bum-bum-ba-da-dum-dum |
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Bum-da-dum-da-dum-dum |
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Bum-da-dum-da-dum-dum |
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Bum-da-dum-da-dum-dum |
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Bum-da-dum-da-dum-dum |
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Bum-bum-ba-da-dum-dum-dum-dum |
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Oh I'd say you got some explaining to do and some claiming to do |
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And I, I'd say you got some silly dreams that can't come true, oh |
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Someday he'll get down on the ground, get down on the ground for you |
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He's getting old, he's getting old, he's getting old |
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He's getting old, he's getting old |
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Because variables lurk in the wine |
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Because the bed's warm and it's cold out that's a good sign |
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It's never ever gonna feel right to pull the latch back again |
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This dust you kick up is too fine |
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Because variables lurk in the wine |
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Because the bed's warm and it's cold out that's a good sign |
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It's never ever gonna feel right to pull the latch back again |
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This dust you kick up is too fine |
