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I must've stumble out of the plane |
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Cause I free-fell all year |
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My shoot is illuminous like spring |
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And I'm nowhere now, but here |
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But I've seen your long hair come down |
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It turned my head inside out |
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And I want you, |
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I want you |
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I still do |
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Your wrists were bound in my hands |
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While I wash around my naked feet |
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Your blue jeans over in the sand |
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We were wrestling up in the blanket sheets |
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But I've seen your long hair come down (seen your long hair come down) |
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Turned my head inside out (turned my head inside out) |
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And I want you, |
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I want you |
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I still do |
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I still, I still do |
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I've seen your long hair come down |
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And turned my head inside out |
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But I've seen your long hair come down |
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Turned my head inside out |
