| I was walking down the dock, I met a fisherman with a clock
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| I asked him do you have the time, to read me back some lines
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| In a tiny little verse I wrote when I was sailing on a boat
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| I had to write them on my shirt about a love that starts to hurt
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| but feels like a miracle when it starts
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| With stars and sparkling hearts, splashed all over the internet and everybody
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| knows I bet
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| That there’s unicorns in France and fairies who love to dance
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| They point at the devil in the weeds, I think he’s after me
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| But this is love (who do you love? Who? Who?)
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| The fisherman pulled a knife, like he would fight me for his life
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| He’d fought all the monsters in the sea so he wasn’t scared of me
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| I don’t read out loud for free he said, so what’s in it for me then Fred
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| I told him he can have the rhyme and everything that’s mine
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| If he agreed to be the voice who would read out loud the choice
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| That a girl I knew once made, and if he knew he’s be afraid
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| But I kept the truth under my hat and he agreed to read it back
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| And that was how we struck the deal for him to put away his steel and read of
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| love
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| (Who do you love? Who? Who?)
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| (Who do you love? Who? Who?)
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| Here I am, lying down on the driveway with the kittens and the moon is out
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| There’s snow all on the ground
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| We were inside they were restless coz I think they miss their mother
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| so I took them out to play, I couldn’t sleep in there anyway
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| and they danced and snowy crystals lit by moonlight in the midnight
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| floating all around, kicking snow up from the ground midnight darkness and the
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| sparkle,
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| it was there that I could see that you were gone for good, and I understood.
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| That the moon light and the silence and the snowflakes and any magic wasn’t
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| good enough.
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| I wasn’t good enough for you to stay.
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| (I was walking down the dock, I met a fisherman with a clock
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| I asked him do you have the time, to read me back some lines
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| In a tiny little verse I wrote when I was sailing on a boat
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| I had to write them on my shirt about a love that starts to hurt
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| but feels like a miracle when it starts) |