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Baby, there's the moon. |
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I'll sing it down if you ask me to. |
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And maybe I'm a fool, |
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but nothing ever felt this good. |
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It's like a bottle to the head. |
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I'm seeing stars, I'm seeing red. |
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I'd taste your mouth in any kiss. |
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Where do you end |
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and I begin? |
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Baby there's the moon. |
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I'll shoot it down if you tell me to. |
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And maybe I'm a fool, |
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but nothing ever felt this good. |
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It's like a bottle to the head. |
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I'm seeing stars, I'm seeing red. |
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I'd taste your mouth in any kiss. |
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Where do you end and I begin? |
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Where I begin . . . |
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Where I begin . . . |
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It's like a bottle to the head. |
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I'm seeing stars, I'm seeing red. |
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I'd taste your mouth in anyone's kiss. |
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Where do you end and I begin? |
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It's like a bottle to the head. |
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Peg the needle in the red! |
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I'd taste your mouth in any kiss. |
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Where do you end and I begin? |
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Baby, there's the moon. |
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I'll sing it down if you tell me to. |
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And maybe I'm a fool, |
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but nothing ever felt this good. |
