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I see the flight of your awe |
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And the fleece of your eye. |
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I'm riding the escalator |
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For the round side of you. |
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With the box of flash, |
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I made you sigh |
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Capisci, dolce vita. |
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I count your breath. |
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I see the why in the mouth |
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Of a ray in the sky. |
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Tossing me out with the cup |
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Of the old switcheroo |
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With the box of flash, |
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I made you sigh |
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A tiny submariner. |
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It's a masquerade, |
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The mouse-scapade, |
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And a ruby in your twist. |
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My array, Shaking hands with a cat in a mirror. |
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My array, waking up with the blast of a cold, |
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My array, my array, l count your breath. |
