| I don’t love anyone, but you’re not just anyone
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| You’re not just anyone, to me
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| I don’t love anyone, but you’re not just anyone
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| You’re not just anyone, to me
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| Anything, mostly everything
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| You drop an eyelash and finger thumb a wish
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| You live this way, and oh I’ll never leave (the outside world, it seems so cold)
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| I don’t love anyone, but you’re not just anyone
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| You’re not just anyone, to me
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| The luck a penny brings, means everything
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| When you kiss and cross superstitiously-aly-aly-aly
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| Anything, mostly everything
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| You drop an eyelash and finger thumb a wish
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| You live this way, and oh I’ll never leave (the other world, seems just so cold)
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| Johnny comes marching home again, hurrah
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| Johnny comes marching home again, hurrah
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| Johnny comes marching home again, with this and that and a big bass drum
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| And they all come marching, over the hill from war
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| Well I don’t love anyone, oh you’re not just anyone
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| You’re not just anyone, to me
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| The luck a penny brings, means everything
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| When you kiss and cross superstitiously
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| Anything, mostly everything
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| You drop an eyelash and finger thumb a wish
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| You live this way, and oh you’ll never leave (the other world, it’s just so
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| cold) |