The summer bends and twirls, I'm flirting with your curls, across the
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Stairs I stare
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This room was built for sin that her graceful figure stumbled in, she's
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Laughing as she twirls
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You make my head spin, treading a line that's so thin, but ill just wait
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And see, where the night takes me
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Whoa oh
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Oh yeah
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So take this night and keep it in your head remember why you never even
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Tried
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You make my head spin, I don't know where to begin, so ill just wait and
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See
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Head Spin
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| Jamestown Story |
