| help me the dishwasher’s on
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| and i love you too much
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| help me. |
| .. something is wrong
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| (such and such and such)
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| oh for a taste of your touch
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| oh for a taste of your touch
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| that be too much that be too much.
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| this is how you write a song
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| when you’re not knowing what you’re doing
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| let your fingers touch the strings
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| let your minor thoughts be brewing
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| i write songs i write songs
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| i never thought it was a special talent especially
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| i never thought i was special
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| any bud can do it if theyre honest naturally
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| it doesnt take a scientist
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| even a scientist isnt always a genius
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| doesnt take a rock scientist to know all we need is love
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| john lennon was right
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| there are red roses there are red roses there are red roses
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| on the table tnite there are red roses there are red roses
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| there are red roses but i cant eat them for dinner
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| this is the part when i’m stuck this is the part
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| when i dont give enough
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| i am trying to do something in my life
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| w.out some meaning w. |
| out some meaning
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| i would rather be sharp than a butter knife
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| i would rather be dreaming. |
| .. |