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I built a ship to sail around you |
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Across your ocean floor |
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I left a message in the flood |
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It's hanging by your door |
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It's damn naughty you can talkie blue |
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Carve pretty letters on a stone |
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I write drunken words for you |
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Call them my own |
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Call you my own |
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I built a (nif) of sticks and mud |
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To sail around the Savern Wine |
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I broke your hart and I shed some love |
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For the pedal of your rose pink wine |
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The pedal of your rose pink wine |
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I walk myself to a castle in the air |
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Show the by in the sky |
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I sin myself in that easy chair |
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Aha baby don't you cry |
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Don't you cry |
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I close my eyes, I don't look behind |
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'Cause you're not there anymore |
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I drive forward, past the time |
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And I leave it by your door |
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But you're not there anymore |
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You're not there anymore |
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A guiltiness of sticks and mud |
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To sail around the Savern Wine |
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I broke your hart and I shed some love |
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For the pedal of your rose pink wine |
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The pedal of your rose pink wine |
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A guiltiness of sticks and mud |
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To sail around the Savern Wine |
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I broke your hart and I shed some love |
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For the pedal of your rose pink wine |
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The pedal of your rose pink wine |
