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sometimes the girl is here |
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with her indigo eyes |
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and her brand new gear |
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she won't stay for long |
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and she has to walk straight home |
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patience, time comes, she says |
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kiss me but don't you tell |
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this is over as soon as this fire burns through |
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she's on the ocean |
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he's in the sand |
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she's stuck in motion |
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he is sliding gently off her hand |
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springtime and turnoil |
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she pours white wine |
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and gets herself lost |
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she falls over |
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and disappears into the meadows |
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wayward and highstrung |
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she is lovesick and ever so strong |
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then it's over like none of it ever was real |
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she's on the ocean |
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he's in the sand |
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she's stuck in motion |
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he slides so gently off her hand |