(G.Kooymans/B.Hay)
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In a painting by Van Gogh
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Saw a street covered with black snow
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The people move in a nervous stripe
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Of blues, red and yellow
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Read your letter for the seventh time
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The ink is getting close to fade away
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But it still brings the ocean back to mind
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In this here desert without oases
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Shouting at the man in the moon
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I'll make it up to you, make it all up to you
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The rhythm and the dance of the loon
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I'll make it all up to you, make it all up to you
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And the night is a horoscopic sight
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While the sun sets fire to the dune
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I'll make it all up to you
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I remember your face and your Picasso
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Pale as sugar, sweet and low
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Your hair in a ponytail and dyed
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Eyes looking up from down below
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Looking for an excuse to make it real
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Cause I can't see the help the way that I feel
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Looking for an excuse to make it real
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Cause I cannot help the way that I feel
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I've been shouting at the man in the moon
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I'll make it all up to you, I'll make it up to you
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The rhythm and the dance of the loon
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I'll make it up to you, I'll make it up to you
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And the night is a horoscopy sight
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While the sun sets fire to the dune
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I'll make it all up to you
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I've made it all up to you
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I'll Make It All Up To You
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| Golden Earring |
