| Let’s hold in our breath,
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| Never to let go of it.
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| 'Cos it seems we’ve made a mess,
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| With nothing much to show of it.
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| And your plants could use a drink,
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| To help them with their growing.
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| That time I bathed you in the sink,
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| It’s like your skin was glowing.
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| When they dropped the bomb,
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| Above the clouds we hovered.
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| With pillows tight between our legs,
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| The pleasure undiscovered.
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| So, if you stay awake,
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| I promise you a nickel.
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| Because the storm’s about to break,
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| Yeah, the weather here is fickle.
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| Let’s hold in our breath,
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| Never to let go of it.
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| 'Cos it seems we’ve made a mess,
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| With nothing much to show of it.
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| With nothing much to show of it.
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| With nothing much to show of it.
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| With nothing much to show of it.
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| Nothing much to show of it. |