| Lie next to me can you hear that sound
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| All the love never lost and never found
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| Picture me as a remedy, I’m upside down
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| Could I be like a melody
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| Running round, and round, and round
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| I walk along the sands and count the shells
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| Too many to turn
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| Oh I read the pages you and I created
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| I regret now, too many to burn
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| Will we ever learn?
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| Picture me as a wind up toy you have all to yourself
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| Don’t ever put me on a shelf
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| Picture me as your one true love
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| How does that sound?
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| Are you just like a tumble me
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| Going round, and round, and round?
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| I look at all my dreams
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| And cook a little skim
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| To overturn your love
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| Oh I could study every test,
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| Until there was no rest
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| But still I’d yarn for your loving touch when I return
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| Picture me as your one true love
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| How does that sound?
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| I could be like a melody
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| Going round and round
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| Picture me, picture me like a melody
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| Picture me, picture me like a melody
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| Picture me, picture me like a melody
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| Picture me, picture me |