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Cold, Cold is the sheep with no wool. |
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Back, Black is the shade of my skin. |
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I could stay on the third degree, but my heart's on wholesale. |
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Yes, my hearts on wholesale. |
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Someday, we'd be having laughs and talk over some cakes and tea. |
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You'd ask, how has love been for me and i'd reply cordially. |
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Then you'll, notice the blush on my face. |
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We'd smile, soaking it all until the bubble burst. |
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Dark, dark is the lane off the road. |
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Back, Black is the shade of my skin. |
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I could stay on the third degree, but my heart's on wholesale. |
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Yes, my hearts on wholesale. |
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Someday, we'd be having laughs and talk over some cakes and tea. |
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You'd ask, how has love been for me and i'd reply cordially. |
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Then you'll, notice the blush on my face. |
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We'd smile, soaking it all until the bubble burst. |
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Cold, cold is the sheep with no wool. |
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Black, black is the shade of my skin. |
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Plain, plain is the simple we seek. |
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Fake, fake is the lie we all use. |
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Cold, cold is the sheep with no wool. |
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Black, black is the shade of my skin. |
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Plain, plain is the simple we use. |
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Fake, fake is the lie we all seek. |
