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You're calling her with rings of gold |
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Gold bleeding from the stars |
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It's pouring like jewels |
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Pouring from the moon |
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From her eyes |
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Cascading around your feet |
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It wraps inside your fingers |
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You feel it from the shining sun |
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The blinding shining sun |
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You feel it from the shining sun |
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It takes you an a journey across the stone |
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It's the oldest stone |
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You feel it damp beneath your feet |
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The dew on the grass it soathes your tired feet |
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From her eyes |
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Cascading around your feet |
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It wraps inside your fingers |
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You feel it from the shining sun |
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The blinding shining sun |
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You feel it from the shining sun |
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It takes you an a journey across the stone |
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You feel it damp beneath your feet |
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Like dew on the grass it soathes your tired feet |
