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Some velvet morning when i'm straight |
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i'm open up your gate |
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And maybe tell you 'bout Phaedra |
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and how she gave me life |
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and how she made it in |
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Some velvet morning when i'm straight |
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Flowers growing om the hill |
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Dragonflies and daffodils |
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Learn from us very much |
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Look at us but do not touch |
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Phaedra is my name |
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Some velvet morning when i'm straight |
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I'm gonna open up your gate |
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And maybe tell you 'bout Phaedra |
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and how she gave me life |
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and how she made it in |
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Some velvet morning when i'm straight |
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Flowers are the things we knew |
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Secrets are the things we grew |
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Learn from us very much |
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Look at us but do not touch |
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Phaedra is my name |
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Some velvet morning when i'm straight |
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Flowers growing om the hill |
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I'm gonna open up your gate |
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Dragonflies and daffodils |
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And maybe tell you 'bout Phaedra |
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Learn from us very much |
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and how she gave me life |
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Look at us but do not touch |
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and how she made it in |
