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Let my love spill all around you |
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Hide your hair inside your hat |
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I bought you too many dreams for your birthday baby |
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I really can't say it any better than that |
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And you can't expect to get no attention |
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Without causing a capricious stir |
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The world, as such, is depressing me baby |
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But I like being around you much better than her |
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And we sing of love |
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And we sing of love |
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It's the intergalactic version |
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It's the intergalactic version |
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It's the intergalactic version |
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Of an American love song |
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And we always find it funny |
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To listen to them getting all the words so wrong |
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This is a version so hard to sing |
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It's just more baggage for your heart to bring |
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Dress it up with whistles and bells that ring |
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But it don't make this song any easier to sing |
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We write the same song over and over again |
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We write the same song over and over again |
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We write the same song over and over again |
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We write the same song over and over again |
