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It's been a pleasure dear |
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to find your treasure here |
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and scatter it across the sand |
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heaps of coins and ruby rings |
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and a yellow bird that sings |
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songs of sorrow to your memory |
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Well stand back from that window sill |
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im not holding you here against your will |
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well Im just trying my best to heal |
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this crazy old wounded moon |
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its alright |
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under this moon tonight |
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with you, dear |
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it's alright |
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under this moon tonight |
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Your mouth is a crimson boat |
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in which my kisses float |
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in silence to the sea |
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oh well I love your touch |
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I love it very much |
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deliriously |
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Your lover just called he's on the phone |
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I'm telling you kindly that you're not alone |
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your smiling eyes shine like precious stones |
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falling from the sky |
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Well it's alright |
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under these stars tonight |
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with you baby it's alright |
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it's alright |
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under these stars tonight |
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let's get it on |
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and further more and in conjunction |
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and in some other time and space |
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well all joy will come |
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to you, to me, to everyone |
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ah babe didnt we have it made |
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well love is sweet it is agreed |
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as we float in the shallows of the deep |
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and on a bed of seaweed sleep |
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among the pebbles and the sand |
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well it's alright |
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under this moon tonight |
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with you well it's alright |
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it's alright |
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under this moon tonight |
