Bright eyes reflect the morning sun
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She wakes so lost for love
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So scared she'll never find someone
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So scared she'll never be in love
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One piece of paper, fifteen words
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She writes in perfect hand
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You give 'em till you've given up
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And you are sure to find the perfect man
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Ba-da-da-da Ba-da-da-da
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Ba-da-da-da Ba-da-da-da
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That smile, sketched and painted
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All the hurt so wared and faded
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Search for love, she sat and waited
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Tried her hardest to forsake me
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Is she an angel or a fly pod to close to a plane?
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Either way her wings will burn
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Unless she learns to turn and fly away
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Oh no, we're here again
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Oh no, we're here again
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Ooh-Ooh-Ooh-Ooh-Ooh
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Ba-da-da-da Ba-da-da-da
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Ba-da-da-da Ba-da-da-da
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One piece of paper can be heavier then any weight
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With words that hold their heavy heart
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A map that seems to keeps her in both place
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That's how she walks the world
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And how the world walks over her
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She gives until she's given up
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She gives up all the love that she deserves
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Ooh-Ooh no, we're here again
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So close, so near the end
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We don't and we pretend
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But we know
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Ooh-Ooh-Ooh-Ooh-Ooh. X17
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Fifteen Words
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| Hey Ocean! |
