| She carries the sun in a honey-skinned
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| Palm trees still rustle in her breezy hair
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| And in her eyes some mystery that keeps me there
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| And her looking out to sea, soul’s there
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| She would’ve lived for ever where her heart was broken
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| In some ladies' man snare
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| She tasted her dream and it cracked her like where she started
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| Just a little more time
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| Just a little more time
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| Don’t want this window to close
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| Just a little more time
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| Another glass of wine
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| Don’t want this window to close
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| Talking is easy, far from the fireflies
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| Yes, I’d like to wake with a whisper to her ear
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| Yes, I know I’d be in jail, too
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| I met her years ago and the poetry flooded art
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| We made love with words, kept the right distance
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| And together should be so
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| …just a world that goes, a crowding crowd that dream
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| And you can’t keep this perfect creature in some box
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| Just a little more time
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| Just a little more time
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| Don’t want this window to close
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| Just a little more time
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| Another glass of wine
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| Don’t want this window to close
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| Just a little more time
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| A little more time
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| Don’t want this window to close
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| Just a little more time
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| Another glass of wine
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| Don’t want this window to close
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| Talking is easy, far from the fireflies
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| Yes, I’d like to wake with a whisper to her ear
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| Yes, I know I’d be in jail, too |