| Lazy dreamers on a winter’s night
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| Making plans of the spring?
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| Paint a picture while I put away my clothes
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| Crooked corpse is standing side by side
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| Is that you, is that me?
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| Life in circles and we dream of some place to go We’ll sleep on roof tops
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| We’ll ride on bicycles
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| Baby, we’ll get married
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| Don’t you want to, sweetie?
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| So much talent, you’re on the world
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| As an actress, there’s no screen
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| Couple of movies, now you’re stuck
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| In this Broadway show
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| Sink full of dishes and a dirty face
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| Where’s the passion? |
| Talk is cheap
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| Life in circles, then we turn the lights down low
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| We’ll sleep on roof tops
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| We’ll ride on bicycles
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| Baby, we’ll get married
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| Don’t you want to, sweetie?
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| We hear some music
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| Coming from the street down below
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| And the melody carried
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| Oh, you sing with me, sweetie
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| Girl, you sing with me
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| I’ll be back and love you
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| Just like you deserve to be Tell me what’s your feeling
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| Don’t you want to, sweetie?
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| Hear pretty, pretty music
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| Coming from the street down below
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| And the melody carries
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| Won’t you sing with me sweetie?
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| We’ll walk down
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| We’ll ride on bicycles
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| Baby, we’ll get married
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| Don’t you want to, sweetie?
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| Don’t you want to, sweetie?
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| Don’t you want to, sweetie? |