| Mind full of silver thoughts
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| Passing through the light of woods
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| Then I see a girl of green
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| and the lost hemisphere was white
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| Riding on her pink bike
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| Everyone sight on her
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| Then I fell for her smile
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| A classbook of Trigonometry…
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| Coz, she was smiling with a whitereen
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| Going everywhere turning everyone to wink
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| The smile of joy, the risk of heart burst
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| Got no adequate and well controlled life.
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| Way to go, a very little distance
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| Stars coming out, and getting attached with the space
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| The moon’s getting smaller, the moon’s shine faded
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| the world is turning out
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| A classbook of Trigonometry…
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| Pretended to read my math
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| Where the shoe lace were okay, but I even refinished them.
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| Passed by me, the world has turned back
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| And it was like Fuzzy Logic. |
| (Wuu)
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| Coz, she was smiling with a whitereen
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| Going everywhere turning everyone to wink
|
| The smile of joy, the risk of heart burst
|
| Got no adequate and well controlled life.
|
| Pretended to read my math
|
| Where the shoe lace were okay, but I even refinished them.
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| Passed by me, the world has turned back
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| And it was like Fuzzy Logic. |
| (Wuu) |