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My Love Comes Stepping up the Stairs |
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My love comes stepping up the stairs |
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Loose blue ribbons in her long red hair |
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Gold fare is flying in the dust filled air |
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She slips into my naptime |
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We were starting to look as strangers look |
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Attractive, yes, but not quite hooked |
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To spare in habit overcooked |
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To the sun smiled on our naptime |
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The center of the world is where skins and hearts are curled |
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The terror of a pass by life's been hurled |
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Like the first sun on a quiet street |
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This is us between the sheets |
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Speak with hands and mouths and feet |
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You slipped into my naptime |
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Well I am me and I am you |
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In moments that are rare but true |
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The feeling lasts a day or two |
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You slipped into my naptime |
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The center of the world is where skins and hearts are curled |
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The terror of a pass by life's been hurled |
