| Let my love spill all around you
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| Hide your hair inside your hat
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| I bought you too many dreams for your birthday baby
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| I really can’t say it any better than that
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| And you can’t expect to get no attention
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| Without causing a capricious stir
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| The world, as such, is depressing me baby
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| But I like being around you much better than her
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| And we sing of love
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| And we sing of love
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| It’s the intergalactic version
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| It’s the intergalactic version
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| It’s the intergalactic version
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| Of an American love song
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| And we always find it funny
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| To listen to them getting all the words so wrong
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| This is a version so hard to sing
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| It’s just more baggage for your heart to bring
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| Dress it up with whistles and bells that ring
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| But it don’t make this song any easier to sing
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| We write the same song over and over again
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| We write the same song over and over again
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| We write the same song over and over again
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| We write the same song over and over again |