| Down along the creek
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| I remember something
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| Her, the heron hurried away
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| When first I breeched that last Sunday (Ooh)
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| Low moon don the yellow road
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| I remember something
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| That leaving wasn’t easing all that heaving in my vines
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| And as certain it is evening 'at is NOW is not the Time (Ooooh)
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| Toiling with your blood
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| I remember something
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| In B, un—rationed kissing on a night second to last
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| Finding both your hands as second sun came past the glass
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| And oh, I know it felt right and I had you in my grasp
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| Oh then, how we gonna cry?
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| Cause it once might not mean something?
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| Love, a second glance, it is not something that we’ll need
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| Honey, understand that I have been left here in the reeds
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| But all I’m trying to do is get my feet out from the crease
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| And I see you
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| Turn around, you’re my A Team
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| Turn around, now you’re my A Team
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| God damn, turn around now
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| You’re my A Team |