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Deliver life to me in a jelly of a honey-bee. |
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Fall in love with song when natures beak spills out its melody. |
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I lick honey, honey I want more. I drink honey, honey I drink it all. |
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You say I'll tire of honey. Honey I, I won't tire at all. |
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Lay me on the silver grass, painted by the morning frost. |
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Pluck that songstress from the sky who's melodies tantalise. |
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Place those flowers on my eyes, so its perfume weeps into my eyes. |
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Smother that honey pot upon my mouth and into my mouth. |
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I lick honey, honey I want more. I drink honey, honey I drink it all. |
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You say I'll tire of honey. Honey I, I won't tire at all. |
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Oh no, look out! |
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The spiders. |
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Oh no, look out! |
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The spiders. |
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Oh no, look out! |
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The spiders. |
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Oh shucks |
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I nearly swallowed romance. |
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Deliver life to me in the belly of a honey-bee |
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Brake off the edge of a rainbows palette so I can paint my memories |
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Oh shucks, I nearly swallowed romance. |
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Oh no!! |
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Look out!! |
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The spiders |
