| Willy is my child, he is my father
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| I would be his lady all my life
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| He says he’d love to live with me
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| But for an ancient injury
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| That has not healed
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| He said I feel once again
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| Like I gave my heart too soon
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| He stood there looking through the lace
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| At the face on the conquered moon
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| And counting all the cars up the hill
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| And the stars on my window sill
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| There are still more reasons why
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| I love him
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| Willy is my joy, he is my sorrow
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| Now he wants to run away and hide
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| He says our love cannot be real
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| He cannot hear the chapel’s pealing silver bells
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| But you know its hard to tell
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| When you’re in the spell if it’s wrong or if it’s real
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| But you’re bound to lose
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| If you let the blues get you scared to feel
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| And I feel like I’m just being born
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| Like a shiny light breaking in a storm
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| There are so many reasons why I love him |