Downtown I found myself calling in my very own white-washed breathing space diallin¡¯
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the telephone night time morning sun out of place in our home
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Sooner or later maybe we can suit up people on a table,
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flipping on the pages, just a little bit ahead of us, cover all my windows
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Do you need you take my youth to get the know how to turn it well
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Fourth days, fortnights all we have every little often so,
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take my hand to help you learn to turn it well, baby, maybe we could really turn it well
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Take them frames off, turn your head,
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say it when my left ear needs it, no girl can resist it, don¡¯t you hesitate,
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Sea Eyes baby you can turn it well
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Do you need to change my youth to get the know how to turn it well
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Maybe we can suit up and leave the photos home
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And I¡¯ll walk you through the woods, crossing fingers
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Turn It Well
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Up Dharma Down |