| You are true honeymoon child
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| Conceived on an island in the sun
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| Heals dug in the white sand
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| Loved and adored from day one
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| Raised in a wild space
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| Between two hearts
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| With the vines climb trees towards the light
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| Running naked, dragging a kite
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| Or your dress on a string
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| You bring up the soft side in everyone
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| We gather like ravens
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| On a rusty sythe
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| Just to watch
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| Such a little dove
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| Just to watch
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| Such a little dove
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| Fly away
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| Mr. bones from town said he saw you the other day
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| He said you changed but he wouldn’t say how
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| Well it can always turn
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| Yeh, it can always turn
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| A wing can always turn |