| Oh no said I don’t dare defy
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| my word
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| Don’t you impede my heart
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| Make my sight blurred
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| unless of course you feel
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| That confrontations are funny
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| Or sad with occasional sunny
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| SpelIs
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| You will be so intensely slow
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| But then
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| You’ve always been that way
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| Since I don’t know when
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| However wouldn’t it be Rather nice if in some way
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| You could run with the minimum of effort a Realy
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| I don’t Iove you look down or above you
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| So why should I hesitate
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| Not Ietting out my independent air
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| That sweet aroma of contentment I implore
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| You not to ignore
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| Although I have to anyway |