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With an ounce of gold and an ounce of sage |
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I'll give you beautiful dreams |
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I'll give you beautiful dreams |
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I'll put it right up front |
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I'll make you understand |
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You see yourself, lover, through my eyes |
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Across the desert sand |
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Your touch is such a tender thing |
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That I'm afraid to deal back too much |
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Because there's reasons live in these blue skies |
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You're such an easy touch |
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You're such an easy touch |
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I'll give you the future |
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I'll give you the past |
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I'll give you diamonds |
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In the lonely mess where we got our name |
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Violence is such a good friend |
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Yeah, it's such a good friend |
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Your arms are feathers someone caught |
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And they're as lovely and pure as the rain |
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Rain is made of more than water |
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As injury is made of more than pain |
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I'll give you the future |
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I'll give you the past |
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I'll give you diamonds |
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I'll give you... |
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I'll give you... |
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For your beautiful face |
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For your beautiful face |
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I'll give you... |
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If you think it will do any good |
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I'll give you... |
