| One two three
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| Counting out the signs we see
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| The tall buildings
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| Fading in the distance
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| Only dots on a map
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| Four five six
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| The two of us a perfect fit
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| You’re all mine all mine
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| And all I can say
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| Is you blow me away
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| Like an apple on a tree
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| Hiding out behind the leaves
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| I was difficult to reach
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| But you picked me
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| Like a shell upon a beach
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| Just another pretty piece
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| I was difficult to see
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| But you picked me
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| Yeah you picked me
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| So softly
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| Rain against the windows
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| And the strong coffee
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| Warming up my fingers
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| In this fisherman’s house
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| You got me
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| Searched the sand
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| And climbed the tree
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| And brought me back down
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| And all I can say
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| Is you blow me away
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| Like an apple on a tree
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| Hiding out behind the leaves
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| I was difficult to reach
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| But you picked me
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| Like a shell upon a beach
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| Just another pretty piece
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| I was difficult to see
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| But you picked me, yeah you picked me |