| I can’t believe that it’s true,
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| But I meant every word I said to you
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| Rolling around in our burn hole,
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| I felt something I never felt before
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| I can’t believe I was there,
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| Stout little fingers running all through my hair
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| Scratching up the walls of our cave,
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| Oh how I wish I had stayed
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| We could have seen everything in blue,
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| Oh I think that you know the truth
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| What did you see Martha Lee?
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| Tell me sick love child drunken with lust
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| What did you see in that dream besides young legs?
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| What did you see Martha Lee?
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| Tell me sick love child drunken with lust
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| What did you see in that dream besides young legs?
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| What did you see in me?
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| Tell me my love, before I’ve got to leave
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| What did you see in that dream besides young legs?
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| Young legs, young legs |