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Sometimes, just drifting |
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In this simple world |
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Like a country stream, |
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Asleep to discussion |
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(the numbness of content) |
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I see you smile drifting. |
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Like a country stream, |
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My little girl, |
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Precious and pure |
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As I fall back, |
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Into softness and sleep |
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You Caresse me with simple love |
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You possess me with |
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Simple love. |
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A Caresse is just a touch, |
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And you touched my heart, and now that we're together |
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You and I will never part. |
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You Caresse me with simple love, |
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You possess me with simple love, |
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Place becomes time |
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Space becomes mine |
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And all ways, |
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Like this robe, |
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Green like a country dream |
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You surround me, and cover me |
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Protect me and Caresse me |
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With that special simple love, |
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Sometimes, just drifting, |
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Like a country stream |
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Precious and pure, |
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I see you smile |
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Asleep to discussion |
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Of this simple word, |
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The numbness of content |
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Drifting |
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Like a country scene |
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As I fall back |
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Into softness and sleep |
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You possess me with |
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Simple love. |
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You Caresse me with simple love, |
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You possess me with simple love, |
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Space becomes time, |
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Place becomes mind |
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And all ways |
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Like this rose |
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Seen like a country stream |
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You surround me |
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And comfort me, |
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Protect me |
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And Caresse me |
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With that special simple love. |
