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She comes down with her hair on fire while I sleep, |
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and I feel wider than, higher than you know. |
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She walks down with her wings on fire, |
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if I could stand her I would lower down my buckets of love and rain, |
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that feel me up with your simple touch, the words my Mom, |
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I missed you so much, I espy everything you do. |
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Feel me up with your simple touch, the words my Mom, |
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I missed you so much, I espy everything you do. |
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Mom I'm just a boy. |
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Mom I'm just a boy. |
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Mom I'm just a boy. |
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Mom I'm just a boy. |
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Mom I'm just a boy. |
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Mom I'm just a boy. |
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Mom I'm just a boy. |