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Your blue door, that |
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I walked through before |
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First Sunday kiss - |
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I could not resist |
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Well have you come to tell the truth |
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Are you tired of roaming too |
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Would you go around with me |
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Would you take me out at two or three |
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Would you lie to me with the cheapest form of flattery |
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Surprise me and read between my lines |
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Three shades of red when |
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I heard what you said |
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White knuckle road |
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I'm going down |
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Would you go around with me |
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Would you take me out at two or three |
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Would you lie to me with the cheapest form of flattery |
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Surprise me and read between my lines |
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Your blue door it won't let them in anymore |
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And wind blowing through your screen |
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The candle's burning clean |
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I'm not green |
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Would you go around with me |
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Would you take me out at two or three |
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Would you lie to me with the cheapest form of flattery |
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Surprise me and read between my lines |
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Your blue door that |
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I walk through once more |
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Your red ripe fruit - all hell breaks loose |
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Would you go around with me |
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Would you take me out at two or three |
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Would you lie to me with the cheapest form of flattery |
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Surprise me and read between my lines |
