With your clover
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You're picking cherries
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Taking pills
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And running with the steam
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Loves all make believe
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Swinging branches
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By your mansion
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And by the pool she's posing leopard skin
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Got you dancing in
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Please, pull the string now
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Turn the winds all round and round
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Oh the diamonds don't lift up
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Oh the color shift and cut
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Staring down at wondering faces who want your place
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But on the papers you can shine and fly
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Smiling in their eyes
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Over land and over space
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You take me to that unreal place
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That I had never known
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Don't you cry
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Please!
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Turn!
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Please Turn
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| Little Dragon |
