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Misty morning in the springtime
Close your eyes, crystal eyes
On the darkside let the light shine
Please, please stay with me tonight
These lips will find strawberry wine
I was looking at your window
Lurking there beneath my feet
Cherry apples, long grass meadows
(Searching) I, for dreams in sleep
These lips will find strawberry wine
Misty morning in the springtime
Lurking there beneath your feet
On the darkside let the light shine
Think of me, don't let me keep
These lips will find strawberry wine
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Faces in the sand
Let me take you by the hand
Hold me if I fall
Not a strange and secret land
Dark and scary eyes
And you feel you're always this way
Take me by the hand
Let me show you games we can play
Take me by suprise
Hide nothing from the shadows
We can kiss the sky
Never say goodbye
As we chase the clouds away
Pictures in the air
Would you let me take you there
Hold me, I will fall
And I'll show you how much I care
Paint your silver smile
Show you things that won't be sad
Let me take you there
And I'll show you what fun can be
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You can sit up
And look out at the sky
Still, you're out on your own at night
I can hear you, I can hear you
And the make up
Is going to go along
The things we have done that are wrong
Can I touch you, can I touch you
Look into your eyes
I never ever wondered why
I need you to blame
I feel, I can feel the same
Look into my eyes
I bet you never thought that I'd feel
Things I thought I'd take
Were not there that way
And we sit up
And look out at the sky
The year as we (wished) flew bye
Can I touch you, can I touch you
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