well, you walked into the room just like the sun
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and woke the caveman from his endless slumber
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and with the quickness of your arm
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you pulled out a paint brush
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and you painted the sky back to blue
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and now i’m standing on top of dirty clothes
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there’s a tornado spinning in the corner
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and electricity flows from your hands into my bones
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and my flesh turns pink with its warmth
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oh pretty love
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don’t worry
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with me you don’t need a place to hide
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so just sit real still
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and the light will flood in over the hills
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and now i’m walking around outside
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in the springtime every thing is sprouting green
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and i watched this fight occur
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but only thought about lovers
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oh it’s strange how this world becomes pure
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and you were standing on top of tip toes
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in the kitchen as the water starts to boil
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and as we removed each others clothes
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i thought i would sing some notes
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so that maybe you would slow dance with me
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oh pretty love
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don’t worry
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with me you don’t need a place to hide
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so just sit real still
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and the light will flood in over the window sill
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oh yeah just sit real still
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and you and me will bloom
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oh you and me will bloom
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oh you and me will bloom
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on the windowsill
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Love Song
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| Tilly And The Wall |
