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He's another white singer
in a little white glove
and then you take him down easy
and then you won't have to go
'cause he's another white singer
in a little white glove...
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Awake in the mornin'
I wonder often
The lights are bright in the day
She decided to stay
I took her gently
Leap long and often
And she's pale
but her parade will end at the train
She said, 'come on baby
open your eyes'
Got to stop all that ringing
Essplode
Come on baby
Give us a rise
Not to get all that smiling
Essplode
And the air smells like wine
But when i'm fucking you lately
And you *inaudible scream*
Kissing your wall
But your mouth was okay
But if you wait for a minute
You'll swallow your words
So just gently descent on a day
and a blanket may lay
Then finally you will open your eyes
When the pillows are piling
Esspolde
And the air smells like honey
But when i'm fucking you lately
and you *inaudible scream*
Kisses your wall
But your mouth was okay
(?And i only seek ya?)
Down by the river
with a blank on my mind
I dropped the ball and i'm singing
this song like a teacher could say,
"Your lessons are long,
but you grow and remain."
(Half a shadow you'll be)
Walkin' in the sunshine
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I've gone and lost a day...
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Turn on the light
Pass it around
Spin implosion
Take that!
Hey!
Ball
Could you get the ball
when/and I'm playing with the ball
and I/you lose my/your head
and it goes round my
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my lady your lablakley dress
descending from your shoulders
its lifting me up
in surprise
i thought i've gone away
your body rhythm shifts about
and sends me sweet aromas
that little sparkle
in your life
its sugar on my day
i want to sleep with you at night
and wake up on your toes
as i kiss softly
from your stomach where we lay
back
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