| You’re the prince to my ballerina
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| You feed other people’s parking meters
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| You encourage the eating of ice cream
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| You would somersault in sand with me
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| You talk to loners, you ask how’s your week
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| You give love to all and give love to me
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| You’re obsessed with hiding the sticks and stones
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| When I fear the unknown
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| You feel like home, you feel like home
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| You put my feet back on the ground
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| Did you know you brought me around
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| You were sweet and you were sound
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| You saved me
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| You’re the warmth in my summer breeze
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| You’re the ivory to my ebony keys
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| You would share your last jelly bean
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| You would somersault in sand with me
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| You put my feet back on the ground
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| Did you know you brought me around
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| You were sweet and you were sound
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| You saved me
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| You put my feet back on the ground
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| Did you know you brought me around
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| You were sweet and you were sound
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| You saved me |