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Wilde/Scott - |
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Valley Music |
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I'm not a little boy, |
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I've lived alone and never loved so more |
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But when she touches me |
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I'm on the way, |
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I'm underneath the floor |
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Like ice in the sun |
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I melt away |
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Whenever she comes |
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I melt away |
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Like in in the sun |
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I melt away |
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I sit down in a chair and read a book as if |
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I couldn't there |
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But she is in a room and |
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I must look |
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I see her everywhere |
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Like ice in the sun |
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I melt away |
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Whenever she comes |
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I melt away |
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Like in in the sun |
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I melt away |
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She opens up her eyes as if to speak |
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She looks at me and |
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I am weak |
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Her eyes they seem much bigger than before |
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I cannot think anymore |
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Like ice in the sun |
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I melt away |
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Whenever she comes |
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I melt away |
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Like in in the sun |
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I melt away |
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Like ice in the sun |
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I melt away |
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Whenever she comes |
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I melt away |
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Like ice in the sun |
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I melt away |
