Lyrics: Jones
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Music: Jones
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Lyrics:
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I met a lass with eyes of glass
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Named Amy Atlas-Friend
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She cooked for me, I served her tea
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For two upon the Thames
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But don't believe the thought police
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They'll twist your words in fives
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If love is blind then so am I
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My Dove begins to fly
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I know you need love too
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I heard you wanna be my Dove
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I've seen us near Venus
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Between us
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Would you be my
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Love is the color of the Dove
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That awakens my blood
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Turtle Turtle Turtle Dove
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The day began with cakes and flans
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And elderberry wine
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We swam the brook where atlas shook
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And coaxed her cat alive
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"Again," she screamed and bit my sleeve
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To twist my head in fives
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This honeybee became for me
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A London tripper's prize
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I know you want to love me
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I know you Turtle Dove
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I've seen blood on the watchtower
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I love you Turtle Dove
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Laugh like a lion, dance like a dove
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Nighttime fell with Big Ben's Bell
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On Sycamore Street West
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She gripped my wrist
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And whispered bliss
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And handed me a test
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"Is London's lass with eyes of glass
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A Dove that God would send?"
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With Blackbird pie my wings spread wide
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And flew to Amy Friend
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Turtle Dove
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| Agents of Good Roots |
