| You’re filling up my daydreams
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| You’re a spiritual salve
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| I’m dizzy, you’re intoxicating
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| When I see you I hear bells
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| So I climb into the attic
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| Pull the sheet off of the canvas
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| To paint a picture of your essence
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| A bundle of hyacinths…
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| This lighthouse needs a keeper
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| It goes searching in the night
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| I saw you grinning from the top sail
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| Letting the waves act as your guide
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| I met you at the staircase
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| With a pink ribbon in your hair
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| Then I lead you to the ballroom &we danced like
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| We’d been practicing for years…
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| You’re a wedding ceremony
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| Something timeless made of lace
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| Your music box heart’s always winding
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| Ringing a smile across your face
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| So I climb into the attic
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| Pull the sheet off of the canvas
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| To paint a picture of your essence
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| A bundle of hyacinths |