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What is this thing in life that persuades me to spend |
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Time away from you? |
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If you can answer this you can have the moon. |
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This is the place to be, anyway you can see |
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There's a lovely view. |
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Why are there always so many other things to do? |
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Distractions, like butterflies are buzzing 'round my head, |
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When i'm alone i think of you |
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And the life we'd lead if we could only be free |
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From these distractions. |
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The postman's at the door |
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While the telephone rings on the kitchen wall, |
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Pretend we're not at home and they'll disappear. |
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I want to be with you, tell me what i can do, |
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Nothing is too small |
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Away from all this jazz we could do anything at all. |
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Distractions, like butterflies are buzzing 'round my head. |
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When i'm alone i think of you |
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And the things we'd do if we could only be through |
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With these distractions. |
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I'll fond the peaceful place far a way from the noise of a busy |
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Day |
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Where we can spend our nights counting shooting stars, |
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Distractions, like butterflies are buzzing 'round my head. |
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When i'm alone i think of you |
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And the things we'd do if we could only be through |
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With these distractions, like butterflies they're |
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Buzzing 'round my head, when i'm alone i think of you |
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And the life we'd lead if we could only be free |
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From these distractions. |
