Sweet little Rosie, my softest machine,
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Bounces with me on my big trampoline.
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Childish and silly we're part of a team,
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Me and my Rose on my big trampoline.
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I was a shadow,
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I'd smoke and I'd sleep.
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'till you came and I opened like a flower to the heat.
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And now Rosie she tells me of things that she's seen,
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With flowers in her hair on my big trampoline.
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Chamber Music
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| Paolo Nutini |
