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Oh, where are you now |
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Pussy Willow that smiled on this leaf? |
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When I was alone you promised the stone from your heart |
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My head kissed the ground |
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I was half the way down, treading the sand |
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Please, please lift a hand |
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I'm only a person whose armbands |
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Beat on his hands, hang tall |
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Won't you miss me? |
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Wouldn't you miss me at all? |
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The poppy birds way |
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Swing twigs coffee brands around |
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Brandish her wand with a feathery tongue |
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My head kissed the ground |
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I was half the way down, treading the sand |
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Please, please, please lift the hand |
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I'm only a person with Eskimo chain |
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I tattooed my brain all the way |
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Don't you miss me? |
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Couldn't you miss me at all? |
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Oh, where are you now |
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Pussy Willow that smiled on this leaf? |
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When I was alone you promised the stone from your heart |
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My head kissed the ground |
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I was half the way down, treading the sand |
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Please, please lift a hand |
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I'm only a person whose armbands |
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Beat on his hands, hang tall |
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Won't you miss me? |
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Wouldn't you miss me at all? |
