(Hello)
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There goes the gal,
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In the pretty skirt with the
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Golden smile that made you feel new.
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Like when the marching band strolls the street,
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You know another years come too soon.
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So you took her hand and she gave a look, that sent you to the moon.
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And there you spoke the words of a gentleman
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Can I have this dance with you
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Can I share this dance with you
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Won't you come on home,
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I built us a flying machine.
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And well go where you want, we'll sail the seven seas.
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I hope all is well, in Daisy's dreams.
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There goes the gal,
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Yeah the pretty bird, on the golden mile that made you feel real.
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She took withon to the stars.
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She don't make no big deal.
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There she sits with them big old fields of daisies and rusty mills.
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And when the sun it shines on her hair of gold,
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She's beautiful,
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She's beautiful.
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Won't you come on home
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I built us a flying machine
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And well go where you want well sail the seven seas
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I hope all is well in Daisy's dreams
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Bella
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Angus And Julia Stone |