| If you’re working it out will you tell me
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| If you’re cooling me out let me know
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| If you’re working it out will you tell me
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| Cos I need to know
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| I was pulling a rose with a thorn in my head
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| With the eyes of my head had no pain
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| I was standing alone on a path by the grass
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| When she come to me soft through the rain
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| And if you’re working it out will you tell me
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| If you’re cooling me out let me know
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| If you’re working it out won’t you tell me
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| Cos I need to know
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| I was up on my knees with a story to tell
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| The days getting shorter too soon
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| I was standing up on with my hand on my heart
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| When she come with the rise of the moon
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| If you’re working it out will you tell me
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| If you’re working it out tell me so
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| And if you’re cooling me out out will you tell me
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| Cos I need to know
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| Now I’m strong in myself she’s alright with me
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| And we’re bending the fiddler’s arm
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| Cos were lying as close as a thundery day
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| And we’re settled and safe from all harm
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| And if you’re working it out will you tell me
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| If you’re cooling me out let me know
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| If you’re working it out will you tell me
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| Cos I need to know
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| If you’re working it out will you tell me
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| If you’re cooling me out let me know
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| If you’re working it out will you tell me
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| Cos I need to know |