I buckle and rosed
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As god and the rest(wrist)
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How mere riches be
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A war or we lose
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Close into symbols
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A fly drinks the ignitions(indications)
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They turn infant's breath my
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Milk and wrap to her baby
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In day
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And night to come
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[x2]
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Their little hands
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Smooth all things
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Ad nauseum
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Singed by it, pulled around of my blazening
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(Pulled round)
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Eyes on the usually science of cherry-colored
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(Trousers)
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Limelight not the music it's plain as as can be so
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(Tighter)
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All of the time I improvise by making sure
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(Tighter)
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It's to wait for you
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Rounder
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Pulled rounder [x3]
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[x2]
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Pulled round
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Trousers
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Tighter
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Tighter
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Their fan I tickle
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From serpents to dragons
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I'd immerse you in flame
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Your milk and your passion
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Lead weight for his from his old turn
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The young, I was eagerest
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On using the stairs I
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How nested to find you
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I buckle and rosed
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As god and the rest(wrist)
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How mere riches be
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A war all we lose
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Close into symbols
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A fly drinks the ignitions
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They turn infant's breath my
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Milk and wrap to her baby
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In day
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And night to come
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Their little hands
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Smooth all things
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Ad nauseum
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Things old
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And young
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Very young
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Rise here comes our reason
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New skies are a young escape to find you
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Singed by it, pulled around of my blazening
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(Pulled round)
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Eyes on the usually science of cherry-coloursed
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(Trousers)
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Limelight not the music, it's plain as as can be so
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(Tighter)
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All of the time I improvise by making sure
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(Tighter)
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It's to wait for you
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Pulled round of [x4]
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[x2]
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Frou-Frou Foxes In Midsummer Fires
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| Cocteau Twins |
