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If you were a mountain top |
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I would keep ascending and never stop |
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If you were some kind of store |
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I would buy you out and wait for more |
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If you were my native land |
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I would hold you close |
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I'd take your hand |
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And be your man |
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And dream of summertime |
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I wish you would be mine |
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But every good thing dies |
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Every good thing dies |
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If you were a mountain top |
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I would climb right up and jump right off |
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If you were some kind of store |
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I would rob you blind and lock the door |
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If you were my native land |
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I would take control |
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I would demand |
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That you take my hand |
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You were the dream of summertime |
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I wished you would be mine |
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Then every good thing dies |
