| Hide and seek in the garden
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| Behind the trees I’ll be laughing at you
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| Walking the other way
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| Headed towards the lake
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| And I can’t believe you’ve fallen
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| Hysterically, appaulingly, I’m rolling on the floor
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| Dry yourself off now we’re making
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| A fire for marshmellow tasting
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| You say the world is a funny place
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| 'Til everything goes your way
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| And I play guitar by the fire
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| As you’re passing round bottles of cider
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| 'Til we’re rolling on the floor
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| And we’ve let our hair down
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| Get up, get up
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| We’re painting flowers
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| All over our faces just for show
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| Sit down, chill out
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| We’re taking hours
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| We’ll cover the bases as we go
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| Feel the sun on your skin
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| I just want you to let your hair loose my dear
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| Oh my dear
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| Sing along to the music
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| Write a song about something stupid
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| You see the sound always follows me
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| The rhythym it swallows me
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| I get to feeling quite tipsy
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| Incredibly all dipsy
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| Until I’m falling to the floor
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| And I’ve let myself go
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| Get up, get up
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| We’re painting flowers
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| All over our faces just for show
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| Sit down, chill out
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| We’re taking hours
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| We’ll cover the bases as we go
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| Feel the sun on your skin
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| I just want you to let your hair loose my dear
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| Oh my dear
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| Get up, get up
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| We’re painting flowers
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| All over our faces just for show
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| Sit down, chill out
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| We’re taking hours
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| Cover the bases as we go
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| Feel the sun on your skin
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| I just want you to let your hair loose my dear
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| Oh my dear |