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Dogs |
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Damien Rice |
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She lives with an orange tree |
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The girl that does yoga |
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She picks the dead ones from the ground |
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When we come over |
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And she gives |
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I get without giving anything to me |
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Like a morning sun |
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Like a morning |
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Like a morning sun |
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Good good morning sun |
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The girl that does yoga |
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When we come over |
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Girl that does yoga |
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He lives in a little house |
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On the side of a little hill |
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Picks the litter from the ground |
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Litter little brother spills |
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He gives |
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I get without giving anything to me |
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And the dogs they run |
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And the dogs they |
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And the dogs they run |
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In the good good morning sun |
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Side of a little hill |
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Litter little brother spills |
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Side of a little hill |
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Oh and she's always dressed in white |
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She's like an angel, man |
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She burns my eyes |
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Oh and she turns |
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She pulls a smile |
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We drive her round |
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And she drives us wild |
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Oh and she moves like a little girl |
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I become a child, man |
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She moves my world |
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And she gets splashed in rain |
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And turns away |
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and leaves me standing |
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She lives with an orange tree |
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The girl that does yoga |
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Got a wolf to keep her warm |
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When he comes over |
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She gives |
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He gets without giving anything to see |
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And the day it ends |
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And the day it |
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And the day it ends |
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And there's no need for me |
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The girls that does yoga |
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When we come over |
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The girls that does yoga |
