| We float before the sea at dusk
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| In heavy mist, in glitter dust
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| I smile before I want to
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| I smile because you want to
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| We sip the wind through lips of lust
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| And out it comes, warm wisps of love
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| I smile because I want to
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| I smile because you want to
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| Put the flowers in your hair
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| Wrap your tendrils round my chest
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| I smile because I want to
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| I am your boy
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| Shake my little soul for you now, toy
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| And I settle up into a world of noise
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| I’m a man of many tricks and tools and joy
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| With a battery of guilt on which to poise
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| Down by the shore, a funny foal
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| Who bit my wings and ate them whole
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| You left before I come to
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| You left before I come to
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| We took to hills into the trees
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| I hit my head and bit the leaves
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| You left before I come to
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| You left before I...
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| Shake my little soul for you now, toy
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| And I settle up into a world of noise
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| I’m a man of many tricks and tools and joy
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| With a battery of guilt on which to poise
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| Shanks of slate fall to the beach
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| Wrapped in life in ultra greens
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| Pools teem with tiny feet
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| And whorls of tired anemones
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| You left before I got to
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| You left before I got to
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| You left before I
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| You left before I...
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| Shook the flowers from your hair
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| Run to me and kiss my hands
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| I’m dead before I...
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| I’m dead before I...
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| Shake my little soul for you now, toy
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| And I settle up into a world of noise
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| I’m a man of many tricks and tools and joy
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| With a battery of guilt on which to poise
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| Shake my little soul for you now, toy
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| And I settle up into a world of noise
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| I’m a man of many tricks and tools and joy
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| With a battery of guilt on which to poise
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| I smile because I want to
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| I smile because I want to
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| I smile because I want to
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| I smile because I want to
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| I smile because I want to
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| I smile because I want to
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| I smile because I want to
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| I smile because I want to |