| Eloise
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| Standing in the rain outside
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| Wondering if the sky is really made out of air
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| There she is, always looking right at me
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| But is she? |
| I can’t really tell
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| And I don’t really care
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| Eloise
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| Something of the child
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| Something of the bride
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| And sometimes
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| Just not there.
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| Help me, please,
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| Discover about your secret life
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| And the purpose behind the clothes that you wear;
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| I just need some time to settle down,
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| Just need some time to settle down,
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| I need to get my feet on the ground,
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| Before I can dance with you;
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| But now,
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| I can’t even see you now;
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| And she smiles, and she turnes,
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| And she says: «I know,
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| I know…»
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| Eloise
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| Staring at the sea
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| Seven white birds
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| Sing
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| Lost in her hair;
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| I’ve heard she is
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| Lethal for the likes of me
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| Well, I can’t really tell
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| And I don’t really care.
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| I just need some time to settle down,
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| Just need some time to settle down,
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| Just need to get my feet on the ground,
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| Before I can dance with you;
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| But now,
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| I can’t even see you now;
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| And she smiles, and she turnes,
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| And she says: «I know,
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| I know…» |