| I know my house floods at the basement
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| In all, I’d sell it if I could
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| In the winter time, the kitchen is freezing
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| Because my furnace is not good
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| If you accept my true intention
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| To find a house for all of us
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| My mind’s eye can see a dimension
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| That defies its adorable size where the garden is lush
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| Let’s get put out to pasture
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| Let’s go underground
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| Let’s sit up in the thatched roof rafters
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| Where we can listen to the sound
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| If anything here babbles
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| Like a brook in a stream or a little child
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| I wanna live then in a hole, grin,
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| Where the buttercup roams wild
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| Give me shelter of a doll-like proportion
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| Roll me over in the sparkling dune
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| Far from town, lay me down on the marshy stones
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| On the warm wet ground
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| I wanna buy deceited hearts for you
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| On an Afternoon of the Faun
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| Afternoon of the Faun
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| Afternoon of the Faun
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| On an Afternoon of the Faun
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| (Afternoon of the Faun)
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| (Afternoon of the Faun)
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| (Afternoon of the Faun)
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| (Afternoon of the Faun) |