| They call me the swan of meander
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| But my swan’s a geese
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| That’s just a myth we bite on it
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| Myth layers I’m lucky for earning than this one was geese
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| To waste more than matrimony
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| Where you see the sun, your skin will burn
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| Your skin will crawl and swim like the swans of the south
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| And we will be happy oho so happy
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| Just waiting, for these words, these words to fall
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| Fall from your mouth
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| No not us we’ll never leave you in the cold again
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| Alone in the cold
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| When you see the sun, your skin will burn
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| Your skin will crawl and swim like the swans of the south
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| And we will be happy oho so happy
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| Just waiting, for these words, these words to fall
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| Fall from your mouth
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| This is not the end,
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| We won’t lie or ever try,
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| To leave you out in the cold again
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| Love no, not us, no way
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| We won’t lie or ever try
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| To leave you out in the cold again, love
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| This is not the end,
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| We won’t lie or every try,
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| To leave you out in the cold again
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| Love no, not us, no way
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| We won’t lie or ever try
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| To leave you out in the cold again, love
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| When you see the sun, your skin will burn
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| It will crawl and it will swim like the swans in the south once did. |