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Nelson |
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There's a crystal at the heart of every tear |
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On reflection making love affection clear |
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And she is blue as jewel |
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Clear as ice, kind and cruel |
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There's a silence at the edge of every sigh |
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There's a light that haunts the corners of her eyes |
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And she's blue as a jewel |
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Clear as ice, kind and cruel |
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There's a moon deep within her girlish breast |
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There's a rose that blooms with every warm caress |
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And she's blue as a jewel |
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Clear as ice, kind and cruel |
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She takes her time, oh she takes her time |
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She makes her moves and they suit me fine |
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Blue as a jewel |
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She's nobody's fool but word gets out |
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Oh she lies so well |
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I can't dispel the glimpse of hell |
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In her eyes |
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There are stories that she tells when she's asleep |
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There are secrets that she shares but stills he keeps |
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And she's blue as a jewel |
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Clear as ice, kind and cruel |
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There's a picture that she paints without a brush |
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There are times when all her silver turns to rust |
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And she's blue as a jewel |
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Clear as ice, kind and cruel |
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And she's blue as a jewel |
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Clear as ice, kind and cruel |
