| Honey, do you think of me when you’re
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| Blowing bubbles through the window?
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| I try my hardest to get off to sleep
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| But oh, you win, you’re worth losing zeds for
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| You move me, what telekinesis is this?
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| Could never sate my appetite
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| I open books and just stare at the words
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| Night after night
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| All the town’s out for the count
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| But you’re still sparking a light up
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| And I’m bootlacing up for somnambulating
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| Cos you’re still stoking a fire in me
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| Queasy
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| With the whale music
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| And I’m sick of the sheep I’ve been counting
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| I open books and just stare at the words
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| Night after night
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| Everybody’s sleeping sound
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| All the town’s out for the count
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| But you’re still sparking a light up
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| And I’m bootlacing up for somnambulating
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| Cos you’re still stoking a fire in me
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| Night after night
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| All the town’s out for the count
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| But you’re still sparking a light up
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| And I’m bootlacing up for somnambulating
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| Cos you’re still stoking a fire in me |