| Rosemary
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| Heaven restores you in life
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| You’re coming with me
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| Through the aging, the fearing, the strife
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| It’s the smiling on the package
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| It’s the faces in the sand
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| It’s the thought that moves you upwards
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| Embracing me with two hands
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| Right will take you places
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| Yeah, maybe to the beach
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| When your friends, they do come crying
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| Tell them now your pleasure’s set upon slow release
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| Hey, wait
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| Great smile
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| Sensitive to fate, not
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| Denial
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| But hey, who’s on trial?
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| It took a life span with no cell mate
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| The long way back
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| Sandy, why can’t we look the other way?
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| He speaks about travel
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| Yeah, we think about the land
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| We smart like all peoples
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| Feeling real tan
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| I could take you places
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| Do you need a new man?
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| Wipe the pollen from the faces
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| Make revision to a dream while you wait in the van
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| Hey, wait
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| Great smile
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| Sensitive to fate, not
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| Denial
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| But hey, who’s on trial?
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| It took a life span with no cell mate
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| By the long way back
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| Sandy, why can’t we look the other way?
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| You’re weightless, you are exotic
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| You need something for which to care
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| Sandy, why can’t we look the other way?
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| Leave some shards under the belly
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| Lay some grease inside my hand
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| It’s a sentimental jury
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| And the makings of a good plan
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| You’ve come to love me lightly
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| Yeah, you come to hold me tight
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| Is this motion everlasting
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| Or do shudders pass in the night?
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| Rosemary
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| Oh, heaven restores you in life
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| I spent a life span with no cell mate
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| The long way back
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| Sandy, why can’t we look the other way?
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| You’re weightless, semi-erotic
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| You need someone to take you there
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| Sandy, why can’t we look the other way?
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| Why can’t we just play the other game?
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| Why can’t we just look the other way? |