| I thought I find the answer
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| The flower crowd was inside in and inside out
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| There’s something in the weather
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| The purple balls what I’d suppose it’s all about
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| Fingertips, submarine
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| Hold your lips upon my skin
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| Babydoll, violin
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| As we fall fireworks begin
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| I thought I heard you whistle
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| But I was wrong, it was a song was stoned instead
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| The loneliness is peaceful
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| Though in his head, under the spell, I’m going
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| mad
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| Fingertips, submarine
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| Hold your lips upon my skin
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| Babydoll, violin
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| As we fall fireworks begin
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| Handfully, the pick up the pieces and clear all the mess
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| And too gracefully, we cover each other with kisses and lace
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| Although painfully, it’s all I have left, to never the less
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| It would be upset coz you’ve never fear me yet
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| And maybe I better forget
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| Fingertips, submarine
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| Hold your lips upon my skin
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| Babydoll, violin
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| As we fall fireworks begin
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| Fingertips, submarine
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| Hold your lips upon my skin
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| Babydoll, violin
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| As we fall fireworks begin |