| It was late in May when I told you
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| My lasso was holdin' a halo around you
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| And in July, if I sold my blues
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| The lamp light was cold on the damp, dirty truth
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| To give you up
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| I’d be such a rebel
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| Born to rule the conversation’s cool
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| Beating eyelashes cannot fly
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| They wanna fall fast asleep with you
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| I’m not a love wanting to love you
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| Past is buried, let’s get married
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| Soon
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| It was often not to have the proof
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| I live the dream of a dove on the roof
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| I came to know you with my eyelids closed
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| But our blind hello felt much different down the road
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| Not nice, oh you’re a
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| Sore eyes trying to keep dry, oh oh
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| Doctor please, please prescribe to me
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| A girl to save me from my low self-esteem
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| I’m not a love wanting to love you
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| Past is buried let’s get married
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| Soon
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| Oh, woah
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| Ships beneath the sand
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| Hold the hollow land
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| And whisper of the ghost
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| And the treasures of the coast
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| That don’t want us to get close
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| Glass to me
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| I’ll be the bottle on your toast
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| Ooh
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| I’m not a love wanting to love you
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| Past is buried, let’s get married
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| Soon
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| I’m not a love wanting to love you
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| Past is buried, let’s get married
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| Soon
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| Yeah! |