| Christina can make you feel so groovy
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| Christina will make you almost burn
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| But Christina can only try and fool ya
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| 'Cause you know Christine ain’t too good
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| Christina, moving like a river
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| Christina can never turn around
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| And Christina, well, no one comes to see ya
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| 'Cause you know Christine can’t be found
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| I had a dream about you, Christine
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| I dreamt that flowers growing sideways so green
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| And butterflies covered all of your head
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| And an angel slept beside your bed
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| Christina, if I could stop that river
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| Christina, I could let you know
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| Christina, I got that something for ya
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| And you know I can’t let it go
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| I had a dream about you, Christine
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| I dreamt that flowers growing sideways so green
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| And butterflies covered all of your head
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| And an angel slept beside your bed
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| And an angel slept beside your bed
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| Christina
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| Christina
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| Christina
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| Christina |