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Who told you |
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That baby I'd come by tonight |
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Too lazy and tired in spite |
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Of the fact that i like you |
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Maybe instead I'll write |
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Of all of the dreams i had last night |
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While you were sleeping |
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And dreaming and feeling and skimming |
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I saw beautiful things |
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I saw a blue moon kissed by orange stars |
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Dancing in the land of wishes quite far |
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I saw you kissing my finger tips |
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With your bright crazy yellow lips |
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Maybe instead I'll grab my friends guitar |
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And write a toon or two |
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About how fine you are |
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Or maybe about the words |
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And the absurd and the disturbs |
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That we exchanged when you were here |
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What places we can travel to |
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And how to get there |
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India Philippines Cuba Brazil |
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Our ideas can get quite ill |
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Who told you |
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That baby I'd come by tonight |
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Too lazy and tired in spite |
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Of the fact that i like you |
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