Choking on a wishbone,
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In the firing line of lovers,
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Who will never slow down.
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And I won't let you steer,
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Comandere the atmosphere,
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Since you suggested running away,
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It's romantic.
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Hit the redial,
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Maybe we should sigh a while,
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Save our second wind for sentimental warm weather.
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Four forever,
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Two together,
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We'll play dead,
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We'll play dead,
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We'll play deadly.
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Should we make believe you remember me
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From a holiday delayed by a storm?
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Should we chance our arms alarms
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To set high noon until the shiver in the river is gone?
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Hoping you might whistle,
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Get all dizzy 'cause I found the reason why you're around,
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If I won't stay sincere talk you through the tangles.
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Can you chase me till you my feet touch the ground,
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And go dancing,
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Tambourin style walking in a single file,
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You whisper half thoughts to me.
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Should we make believe you remember me
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From a holiday delayed by a storm?
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Should we chance our arms alarms
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Set to high noon until the shiver in the river is gone?
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Wishbone
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| Architecture In Helsinki |
