| Out of the tree of life
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| I just picked me a plum
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| You came along
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| And everything started to hum
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| Still it’s a real good bet
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| The best is yet to come
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| The best is yet to come
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| And babe, won’t that be fine?
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| You think you’ve seen the sun
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| But you ain’t seen it shine
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| Wait till the warm up’s underway
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| Wait till out lips have met
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| Wait till you see that sunshine day
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| You ain’t seen nothing yet
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| The best is yet to come
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| And babe, won’t that be fine?
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| The best is yet to come
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| Come, the day you’re mine
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| Ooh, come the day that you’re mine
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| I’m gonna teach you to fly
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| We’ve only tasted the wine
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| We’re gonna drain the cup dry
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| Wait till your charms are right
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| For these arms to surround
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| You think you’ve flown before
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| But baby, you ain’t left the ground
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| Wait till you’re locked in my embrace
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| Wait till I draw you near
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| Wait till you see that sunshine place
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| There ain’t nothing like it here
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| The best is yet to come
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| And babe, won’t that be fine?
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| The best is yet to come
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| Come, the day you’re mine
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| Come, the day you’re mine
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| And you’re gonna be mine |