Your big mouth, steelish stare
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It fills my wings, enough to fly
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I sent a letter on a stone
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Through your window down the hall
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One more day, still stuck in here
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I burnt my words, on a beaten stove
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I sent my love a golden song
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But a simple tune to hum along
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She played my hearts strings with a bow
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And the bow fire cracked out like a drum
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I sent my love a golden song
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But a simple beat to tap along
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She plays me like a rubber bow
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And the bow fire fizzed out with the dawn
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I feel in love with a girl called Roger
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Roger
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