| Ay-yo
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| Red, grown and fallin' like
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| Summer leaves in Autumn
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| Caught 'im talking, but
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| I ain’t even try’nna move this morning
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| Sporting words of all assortments out
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| To prove that I ain’t caught and you
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| But who’s the fool but me the fool
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| Who hoardes the sky’s daughters
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| Boards of war is like the mighty cruise
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| And falls for loose quarters
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| Loose sorted like the doors I’ve once wanted
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| Blocked board in freedom feeling like
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| Chocolate in a corset
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| Warmest solar kisses missus is my misses
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| Nor I said I hope the skies threatens
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| And just wonder how I met you
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| Special like some petals
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| How I’m tied to this celestial
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| We’d be heckled, but I get you
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| So we’d get through with no quest'
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| 'cept the one of how I met you
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| And the files I ain’t slept through
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| Stressin' that I’d left you
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| Back where everyone forgets you
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| But I just need, so I said «bless you»
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| Blessin' me although I’m flent you
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| So for sassin' in the game
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| With maize in mind
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| Yet I’d be dyin' if I
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| Said I never ever wondered how I’d get through
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| But I wondered and I met you
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| Travelling, babbling carols
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| I said I met you
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| Travelling, babbling carols
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| I said I met you
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| Travelling, babbling carols
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| I said I met you
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| Travelling |