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Stab a sorry heart |
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With your favourite finger |
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Paint the whole world blue |
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And stop your tears from stinging |
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Hear the cavemen singing |
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Good news they're bringing |
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Seven seas |
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Swimming them so well |
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Glad to see |
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My face among them |
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Kissing the tortoise shell |
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A longing for |
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Some fresher feeling |
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Belonging |
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Or just forever kneeling |
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Where is the sense in stealing |
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Without the grace to be it |
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Seven seas |
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Swimming them so well |
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Glad to see |
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My face among them |
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Kissing the tortoise shell |
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Burning my bridges |
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And smashing my mirrors |
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Turning to see if you're cowardly |
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Burning the witches with modern religions |
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You'll strike the matches and shower me |
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In water games |
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Washing the rocks below |
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Taught and tamed |
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In time with tear flow |
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Seven seas |
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Swimming them so well |
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Glad to see |
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My face among them |
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Kissing the tortoise shell |
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Seven seas |
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Swimming them so well |
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Glad to see |
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My face among them |
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Kissing the tortoise |
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Seven seas |
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Swimming them so well |
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Glad to see |
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My face among them |
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Kissing the tortoise shell |
