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Walk into the light of the sunbeam |
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There's an M in the end of the tunnel |
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Her hands wide open her eyes are in love |
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So much time these hands and these eyes |
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Now step into a yet well known place |
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There's an S in the end of the bedroom |
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Stressed and jealous but as time goes by |
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The S is somehow a part of your heart |
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To the M I love |
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And the S too |
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They sometimes switch |
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Or haven't they before |
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And all names of M |
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And all of S |
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They're showing them |
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Or showing me |
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Now a lot of years have passed |
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Other letters enter your life |
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Do you seek for an M |
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Or an S would be good instead |
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Remember no more tunnels |
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All letters ahead, all letters back |
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And a bright F is also there |
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A bright F is always there |
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Cause to the world I love |
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The world will cease |
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For just one hug will make it ease |
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In years to come |
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In spelling names |
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The world exists |
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And me within |
