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In our socks we slide across the floor |
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Like we are angels over water |
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Coming home to see your eyes |
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And the beards we take from... won't cover up the smiles |
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The nights we stay up laughing 'til we cry, |
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I know inside that we can hide |
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As happy as two clams |
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And if we fight we'll do it right |
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With mittens on our hands |
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'Cause we are spoons |
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The forks and knives are lonely |
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In their drawer |
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Underneath the covers we are warm |
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Laying quite, waiting for the cold and frosty morning |
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And in my room, I can see the sunlight in your hair |
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And my reflection in your stare |
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Let me know that's just us against the world |
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We are spoons. |
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At a table set for two, I'll make some tea for you |
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With spoons that's their life |
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Hearts on fire I know inside |
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That we can hide as happy as two clams |
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And if we fight we'll do it right |
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With mittens on our hands |
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'Cause we are spoons |
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The forks and knives are lonely |
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In their drawer |
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Underneath the covers we are warm |
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Laying quite, waiting for the cold and frosty morning. |
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And in my room, I can see the sunlight in your hair |
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And my reflection in your stare |
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Let me know that's just us against the world |
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We are spoons. |
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We are spoons. |
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We are spoons. |
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We are spoons. |