| What among the lovers
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| What twang of temptation
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| What brought the house down
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| Strange sleepwalkers on the block
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| Unfamiliar writing on the ceiling
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| When she looks up
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| Momma buried pop atop the roof where he slept
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| One leg on each side of pointed shingles
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| Latest tests prove that she’s happier with more
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| The oyster is open for any to pearl
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| Still she’s got three different lullablies to sing
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| These fruited images are delicacies
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| Was it the fighting was it the fist
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| Was it adventure with a jealous twist
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| Was it desire for another’s kiss
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| What brought the house down
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| Turmoil and passion such wondrous things
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| What they called Summer lovers happening in Spring
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| Who’s dreaming of who tonight
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| Who’ll be waking by your side
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| At the dawning’s first light
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| Do all he can to save a soon to be dead past
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| Give it all up to find a new way that will last
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| Was she wrong to hold his heart another person’s hand
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| The grass is always greener 'til it’s covered up with sand
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| Was it other things
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| Fate, felicity
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| What rousing temptation
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| She knew that love could swell without barricades
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| Standards must be broken even these
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| Now she has three different lullabies to sing
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| These fruited images lead her to sleep
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| Was it the fighting was it the fist
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| Was it adventure with a jealous twist
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| Was it desire for another’s kiss
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| What brought the house down |