Your blue door, that I walked through before
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First Sunday kiss - I could not resist
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Well have you come to tell the truth
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Are you tired of roaming too
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Would you go around with me
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Would you take me out at two or three
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Would you lie to me with the cheapest form of flattery
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Surprise me and read between my lines
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Three shades of red when I heard what you said
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White knuckle road I'm going down
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Would you go around with me
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Would you take me out at two or three
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Would you lie to me with the cheapest form of flattery
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Surprise me and read between my lines
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Your blue door it won't let them in anymore
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And wind blowing through your screen
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The candle's burning clean
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I'm not green
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Would you go around with me
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Would you take me out at two or three
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Would you lie to me with the cheapest form of flattery
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Surprise me and read between my lines
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Your blue door that I walk through once more
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Your red ripe fruit - all hell breaks loose
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Would you go around with me
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Would you take me out at two or three
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Would you lie to me with the cheapest form of flattery
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Surprise me and read between my lines
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Your Blue Door
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| Honeydogs |
