This boy and girl were lovers
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Came from different towns
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Now they both live in the same one
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See each other round
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He saw her at the rose bowl
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Just the other day
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She showed him what she bought there
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And they struggled for what to say
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They say we're made mostly of water
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So how come we can't find the sea?
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They say true love creeps up on you slowly
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Oh how blind some people can be
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This boy and girl had troubles
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Lasted fifteen rounds
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Both threw in the towel
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No one took the crown
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And time it tends to pass us
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As we look the other way
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Now he sells insurance
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And she's in a non-union play
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Oh how I wish we were like water
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We'd float on down into the sea
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If you find true love at your door knocking
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Invite her in make her some tea
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This boy and girl were lovers
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Came from different towns
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Now they both live in the same one
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See each other round
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They say we're made mostly of water
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So how come we can't find the sea?
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They say true love creeps up on you slowly
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Oh how blind some people can be
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Water Song
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| Colin Hay |
