here she comes in candlelight
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setting like a full moon over
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summer eyes
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under colden light
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where the waters gone
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and the water says
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what water will be done
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down stream and out of town
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floating like a quick forced
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screams surrendering
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and i called out her name
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when the elevator came
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but its much to late
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to be the same
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down down never come again
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overthrusted drivin rain
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down down all the way up
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and shes running
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where the river takes her
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took your love into the street
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cover of the long tall grass
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of ecstacy
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but hte cities got to be my love
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and i dont know
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where the river takes you
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i remember hollywood
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battery of lonesome girls
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who felt so good
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and i swore on her name
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when the elevator came
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that the doors
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would close on blame
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here she comes in candle light
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setting like a full moon over
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summer eyes
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where the cold lime like
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a water gun
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and the water says
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what water will be done
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takes a stream to centre street
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wandering like a quick forced
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screams surrendering
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and i called out her name when
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the elevator came
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but its much to late
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to take the blame
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Mandolin
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Moist |