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From under a tuscan sun one day she arrived at his door |
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Knock, knock is anybody listening? |
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Lightning in a bottle jewel of the crown |
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You know someday somebody's gonna love her |
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Their eyes met, you could say it was more like a crash |
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Over the bed spread |
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Henri Magritte ate his apple |
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Inside her head |
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Torrential rains fell on there wedding day |
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And you can't stop tasting it |
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Bittersweet, the band was -playing |
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Bittersweet, lovers swaying |
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Bittersweet shows |
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You don't know what you've lost 'til it goes |
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Television's out they're still watching "women in love" |
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Kick, kick is anybody feeling? |
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She digs the fig, she bites straight into his heart |
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Someday, somebody will adore her |
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They collide, they conspire, they confuse |
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All the mystery writers |
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Driving down |
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Las Vegas boulevard |
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While you can't stop tasting it |
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Bittersweet, band was playing |
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Bittersweet, lovers swaying |
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Bittersweet shows |
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You don't know what you've lost 'til it goes |
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Bittersweet, like sugar-lemons |
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Bittersweet, a mystic sermon |
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Bittersweet, flows |
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Through the gates of heaven you wait for seven moons |