| See the rainbow by that grove of trees
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| Has it not appeared quite suddenly?
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| Look there … up in the sky
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| Can you still pretend to deny
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| It’s a little bit strange
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| How the stars rearrange
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| Everytime we wander here … it’s always the same
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| Well isn’t it strange?
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| A lilting song floats upon the air
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| Whenever the wind whispers through your hair
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| And with one great bit beautiful smile
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| You bring out the sun for awhile
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| Wouldn’t you consider it odd?
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| When the whole world starts to throb
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| Everytime I hold your here … near to my heart
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| Now isn’t that odd?
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| Around and around an around ring-a-rose
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| Let’s make-believe it’s a merry-go-round
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| We go … like so
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| I’m as dizzy as a top, I’m a tumbling down
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| And what’s more fun than a fumbling clown
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| Dancing through the green grass with your hands in the air
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| Touching the sky up there
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| Ooh! |
| Why does … everything you touch feel so fresh and new
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| How is it spring seems to follow you?
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| Cause where your feet have touched the ground
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| The meadows with flowers abound
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| Nothing could be quite so wild
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| As skipping through them like a child
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| Everytime I’m here with you
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| Everytime I’m here with you
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| Everytime you bring me to
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| Tokeymor Field … Tokeymor Field (repeat fade) |