| There’s a boy
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| A little boy shooting arrows in the blue
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| And he’s aiming them at someone
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| But the question is at who
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| Is it me
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| Or is it you
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| It’s hard to tell until you’re hit
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| But you’ll know it when they hit you
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| 'Cause they hurt a little bit
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| Here they come
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| Pouring out of the blue little arrows
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| For me and for you
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| You’re falling in love again
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| Falling in love again
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| Little arrows in your clothing
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| Little arrows in your hair
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| When you’re in love
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| You’ll find those little arrows everywhere
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| Little arrows that will hit you
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| Once and hit you once again
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| Little arrows that hit everybody
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| Every now and then wow
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| Oh, oh, the pain
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| Some folk a run and others hide
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| But there is nothing they can do
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| And some folk put on armor
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| But the arrows go straight through
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| So you see there’s no escape
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| So why not face it and admit
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| That you love those little arrows
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| When they hurt a little bit
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| Here they come pouring out…
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| Here they come pouring out… |