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Red heels and bright blue eyes |
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Walking a steady line |
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Fire bombs and mortar shells |
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Deep kisses through the night |
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Dancing on thin ice |
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Chained up at the ankles |
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I look in your red eyes |
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And cover my green skin |
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Twist like an adder |
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Fall like a slice of snow |
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Dart between rocks |
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And I know what the darkness knows |
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Annie don't cry it's a delicate thing that we made |
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Sparrow don't cry it's a delicate thing that we made |
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Blind time, weighed out in time |
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Smite our own private sea |
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Time, gargantuan beat |
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Red and Green |
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Pick up my skin from the shelf by the bed |
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I can slip into my old ways, slip down the stairs |
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Let me make you sweet tea |
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Let me make you hot toast |
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Let me kiss you all over my only, my host |
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And in time, time, somewhere in time |
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Sail our own private sea |
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Time, sweet, terrible, sweet |
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Red and Green |
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Annie don't cry it's a delicate thing that we made |
