| She is like that,
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| She is like that,
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| She always succumbs.
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| In the Blue Lake was
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| Defoliating daisies
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| And playing a card
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| If death, if life...
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| And I wanted to dissuade her
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| With the variety of greens,
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| With the leaves that move
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| At the whim of the breeze
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| Silvered by the sun.
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| We ended up watching movies
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| sharing our breath
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| And between kiss, kiss and kiss,
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| Popcorn…
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| We no longer talk about the lake
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| Not even those daisies,
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| She was clinging to life
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| and smiling again
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| and smiling again
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| And smiling again.
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| Already in my home it flutters,
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| She is my friend, partner,
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| My lucky charm
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| Talisman, my lucky star,
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| My joy, my addiction...
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| I your hot water
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| On cold winter nights;
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| I her support of her, her handkerchief of her,
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| Your blanket, your quilt.
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| But she never forgets
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| that she is a toy of life
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| And without more she disappears
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| And she gets me tangled up there
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| With anyone who looks at her,
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| With her voice that makes her fall in love
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| And in his white and crazy night
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| She always succumbs
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| She always succumbs
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| She always succumbs.
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| She is like that,
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| She is like that,
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| She always succumbs
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| She always succumbs.
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| She is like that,
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| She is like that,
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| She always succumbs.
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| And she shows up one morning
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| Of flying disappointed;
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| wrinkled skin, dull skin,
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| A senseless dispossession,
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| Colorless rainbow.
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| And I heal his wounds
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| Of her soul from her with my life,
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| Though I know it's her fate,
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| That she has no solution.
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| But she never forgets
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| that she is a toy of life
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| And without further ado it disappears
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| And she gets me tangled up there
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| With anyone who looks at her,
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| With the voice that makes her fall in love
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| And in his white and crazy night
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| always return to succumb,
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| always return to succumb,
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| It always succumbs again.
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| She is like that,
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| She is like that,
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| always return to succumb,
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| It always succumbs again.
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| She is like that,
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| She is like that,
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| always return to succumb,
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| It always succumbs again. |