| It’s magic when you hold in your arms,
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| A girl that can take you to other realms,
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| Yes it’s magic when you find in your dreams,
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| A girl who can burst all of your trouser seams.
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| And it’s magic when you find on your tongue,
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| A taste that reminds of when you when young,
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| And it’s magic when you hold in your arms,
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| A girl that loves you,
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| A girl that took you,
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| Girl that move you,
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| Girl that told you,
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| That she love you,
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| Girl that told you,
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| That she love you.
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| It’s tragic when the girl of your dreams,
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| Runs off with a boy who’s not what he seems,
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| You’ll reach with your arms and find no-one there,
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| Spending all of your time with your hands in your hair,
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| It’s tragic when you’re alone in your bed,
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| With no companion but the needle and thread,
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| It’s tragic when a love comes to and end.
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| The girl that took you,
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| The girl that moved you,
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| The girl that told you,
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| That she love you,
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| The girl that told you,
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| That she loved you.
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| It’s magic when you hold in your arms,
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| A girl that can take you to other realms,
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| And it’s magic when you meet in your dreams, |
| A girl who can burst all of your trouser seams.
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| And it’s magic when you find on your tongue,
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| A taste that reminds of when you when young,
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| And it’s magic when you hold in your arms,
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| A girl that loves you,
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| It’s bad,
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| When love comes to an end,
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| t’s bad,
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| When love comes to an end,
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| It’s glad,
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| When love becomes your friend,
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| It’s glad,
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| When love becomes your friend,
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| It’s bad,
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| When love comes to an end,
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| It’s bad,
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| When love comes to an end,
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| It’s glad,
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| When love becomes your friend,
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| It’s bad,
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| When love comes to an end. |