to moonn6pence from shootingstar
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Three little birds, sat on my window.
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And they told me I don't need to worry.
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Summer came like cinnamon
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So sweet,
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Little girls double-dutch on the concrete.
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Maybe sometimes, we've got it wrong, but it's alright
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The more things seem to change, the more they stay the same
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Oh, don't you hesitate.
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Girl, put your records on, tell me your favourite song
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You go ahead, let your hair down
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Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams,
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Just go ahead, let your hair down.
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You're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow.
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Blue as the sky, sunburnt and lonely,
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Sipping tea in the bar by the roadside,
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(just relax, just relax)
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Don't you let those other boys fool you,
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Got to love that afro hair do.
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Maybe sometimes, we feel afraid, but it's alright
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The more you stay the same, the more they seem to change.
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Don't you think it's strange?
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Girl, put your records on, tell me your favourite song
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You go ahead, let your hair down
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Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams,
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Just go ahead, let your hair down.
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You're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow.
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'Twas more than I could take, pity for pity's sake
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Some nights kept me awake, I thought that I was stronger
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When you gonna realise, that you don't even have to try any longer?
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Do what you want to.
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Girl, put your records on, tell me your favourite song
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You go ahead, let your hair down
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Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams,
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Just go ahead, let your hair down.
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Girl, put your records on, tell me your favourite song
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You go ahead, let your hair down
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Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams,
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Just go ahead, let your hair down.
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Oh, you're gonna find yourself somewhere, somehow
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Put Your Records On (2007³â »ó¹Ý±â Ä÷¯¸µ Àαâ Â÷Æ®)
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Corinne Bailey Rae |