| Boats moored in the water
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| The green waves are rolling at the shore
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| I love to see them reaching
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| I just want to stay this joyous hour
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| Your sorrow is beautiful
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| To me tonight
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| So cold and bright
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| And I, I don’t want to wait till Wednesday
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| So bright, so bright
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| And cold, this bitter long day
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| No se apoye contra la puerta
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| A big church on Sunday
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| Charm them into driving in from Queens
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| Coming up the staircase
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| Bringing tiny envelopes for me The star, it is beautiful
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| Stars in flight
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| So cold and bright
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| And I, I don’t want to see my crush again, yeah
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| The magical correction
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| I dream the world speeds on, yeah
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| No se apoye contra la puerta
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| No se apoye contra la puerta
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| Maybe I’m a loser
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| Maybe I’m the unsuspecting lord
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| Maybe I’m a rapper
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| Maybe I’m just living by the sword
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| Your sorrow is beautiful
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| To me tonight
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| So cold and bright
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| And I, I don’t want to wait till Wednesday
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| So bright, so bright
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| And cold this bitter long day
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| No se apoye contra la puerta
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| No se apoye contra la puerta
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| No se apoye contra la puerta
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| Contra la puerta
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| Contra la puerta
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| Contra la puerta
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| Contra la puerta
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| Contra la puerta
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| Contra la puerta
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| Contra la puerta
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| Contra la puerta |