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I've got the clouds on a string |
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That I pull with my little finger elegantly |
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What is this oh what's this music on the breeze |
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It sounds like all my holidays when my father used to say: |
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"Let's go down to the beach" |
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And we'd go down to the beach |
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My little sisters and me |
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Sometimes a man can feel like he is just a puppet |
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And the wind blows him here and blows him there |
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But when I kiss you my dear |
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I feel like a buccaneer |
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And water makes its music everywhere |
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CHORUS |
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Saltwater |
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Oh how I miss your misty kisses |
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Saltwater |
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Oh what expressionless bliss |
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Is this? |
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I've got the sky in my eyes |
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As I lie on my back in the deep blue sea |
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What is this oh what could this strange feeling be? |
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It feels like: |
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It feels like: |
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It feels like: |
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I don't know what it feels like |
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But it feels right |
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Sometimes a man is like an ice cream in a desert |
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And he wonders what is it we seek? |
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Like water runs through your fingers |
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Memories rise up from the deep. |
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CHORUS |
