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Barefoot in the sand, wishing |
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God would lend a hand. |
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Wave after wave comes crashing down, washing away a little more ground. |
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Seems to me that's how all things are. |
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Giving and taking little pink stars. |
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I want the world to know that you're mine, |
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I want to touch you. |
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I want the world to know that you're mine, |
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I want to feel you from the inside. |
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I want the world to know that you're mine, |
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I want to touch you. |
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I want the world to know that you're mine, |
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I want to touch you. |
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Walking along with the ocean at my heels, loving the way the water feels. |
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Up in the sky something catches my eye, as bright as a star in the northern sky. |
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Seems to me that's how all things are, giving and taking little pink stars. |
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I want the world to know that you're mine, |
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I want to touch you. |
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I want the world to know that you're mine, |
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I want to feel you from the inside. |
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I want the world to know that you're mine, |
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I want to touch you. |
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I want the world to know that you're mine, |
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I want to touch you. |
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Seems to me that's how all things are. |
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Giving and taking little pink stars. |
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I want the world to know that you're mine, |
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I want to touch you. |
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I want the world to know that you're mine, |
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I want to feel you from the inside. |
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I want the world to know that you're mine, |
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I want to touch you. |
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I want the world to know that you're mine, |
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I want to touch you. |
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I want to touch you. |
