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Van Dyke Parks |
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This is so far from |
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China The star light like to blind ya |
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A lover's way of saying come home soon |
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Put it in a letter |
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Let each star there remind ya |
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It's time for love to find ya |
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A palm tree in the moon |
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When a comet comes out to fall |
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Why on earth do we feel so small |
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Must be heaven that we hear call |
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And in this natural planet |
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I feel like catching your hand |
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Out under our palm tree and moon |
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I put it in a letter |
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How could |
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I love you better |
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And dropped it in a bottle in the sea |
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Put it in a letter |
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I don't know where it went so |
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I sent to |
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Sacramento |
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Said you were meant for me |
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What a time to be talking small |
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But a crime not to talk at all |
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When it's heaven that we hear call |
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There ain't a cloud in the sky |
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No allowin' for why |
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Out under our palm tree and moon hoo do you |
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Hoo do you |
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Put it in a letter |
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Put it in a letter |
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You were meant for me |
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What a time to be talking small |
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But a crime not to talk at all |
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When it's heaven that we hear call |
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And for us two silhouettes |
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It's just as good as it gets |
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Out under our palm tree and moon |
