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On the floor, my lifes a bore, |
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So we danced around a parished home, |
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I've got some foreign blues, |
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I think I'm loving you, |
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But it's still comforting to feel my own shoes |
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Astrid, No, |
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The things you never did, |
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Astrid No, |
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Release me when you're near |
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There's footsteps at your door |
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Not a single place I think I'd rather be or, |
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Talking some rubbish about climbing trees, |
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I want to stay right here and sing to you my dear, |
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Maybe you could let me near? |
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Astrid, No, |
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The things you never did, |
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Astrid No, |
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Release me when you're near |
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There's footsteps at your do-ooo-oor, oh |
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Astrid, No, |
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The things you never did, |
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Astrid No, |
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Release me when you're near |
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There's footsteps at your door, oh. |
