| I gently pour the alcohol over your wounds and watch the scars fade into time
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| And watch the wincing fall away
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| Donna was hired to mend the flowers of my father’s prized estate
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| And when she worked
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| It was as if we had never felt the cold
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| We quickly came to love her
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| But i most of all came to love her
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| It was not easy to meet you, but in the soil I felt your fingers grope
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| In the virgin soil I passed through a groan
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| Attacked you with my sense of a smile
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| You must quit this work and caress the radio’s bulbs
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| And turn the blue green dials
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| And notice that the blue lights are parallel and move in file
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| With the strength of the wave |