| If I were my man
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| I would be in a white quilt
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| riddles in everyday life
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| stranger and familiar alike
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| If I were my man
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| I could be right next door
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| the knots of my mind, the thoughts
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| I wouldn’t try to open in vain
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| I would let me be a dream world
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| feet on the ground in a serious devoid of light emitters
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| I would let me be at home
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| sparkle of gold in chiffones
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| I don't have to explain, no, no, I don't have to explain
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| If I were my man
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| I would not eat words, afraid to lose
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| I would not measure love, I would give points
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| I would let the power run free
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| I would let me be a dream world
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| feet on the ground in a serious devoid of light emitters
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| I would let me be at home
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| sparkle of gold in chiffones
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| I don't have to explain, no, no, I don't have to explain
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| There is a longing for freedom with consents
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| the hardest part is being happy though
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| I would let me be a dream world
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| feet on the ground in a serious devoid of light emitters
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| I let me be at home
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| sparkle of gold in chiffones
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| I don't have to explain, no, no, I don't have to explain
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| I would let me be a dream world
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| feet on the ground in a serious devoid of light emitters
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| I would let me be the morning wind in the fells
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| evening sparkle in chiffones
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| I don't have to explain, no, no, I don't have to explain |