| I’ve gotta big big big heart beat, yeah!
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| I think you are the sweetest thing
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| I wear a coat of feelings and they are loud
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| I’ve been having good days
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| Think we are the right age to start our own peculiar ways?
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| With good friendly homes
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| You get me freaked freaked freaked on Preakness
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| I’ve never met a girl that
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| Likes to drink with horses
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| Knows her Chinese ballet
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| I must admit you smell like fruity nuts and good grains
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| When you show my purple gaze a thing or two at night
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| It’d make me sick sick sick to kiss you and I think that I would vomit
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| But I’ll do that on Mondays
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| I don’t have to work away
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| I like it when I bump you
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| An accident’s a truth gate
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| I’m humbled in your pretty lens
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| I’ll hold you don’t you go
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| Sometimes you’re quiet and sometimes I’m quiet
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| (Hallelujah!)
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| Sometimes I’m talkative and sometimes you’re not talkative, I know
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| Well I’d like to spread your perfume around the old apartment
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| Could we live together and agree on the same wares
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| A trapeze is a bird cage and even if its empty it definitely fits the room
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| And we would too
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| And my dear dear dear Khalana
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| I talk too much about you
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| Their ears are getting tired of me singing all the night through
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| Lets just talk together
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| You and me and me and you
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| And if there’s nothing much to say
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| Well, silence is a bore
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| Sometimes you’re quiet and sometimes I’m quiet
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| (Hallelujah!)
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| Sometimes I’m talkative and sometimes you’re not talkative, I know
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| Sometimes you hear me when others they can’t hear me
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| (Hallelujah!)
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| Sometimes I’m naked and thank god sometimes you’re naked. |
| Well, hello…
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| Can I tell you that you are the purple in me?
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| Can I call you just to hear you would you care?
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| When I saw you put your purple finger on me
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| There’s a feeling in your bottle
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| Found your bottle, found your heart
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| Gives a feeling from your bottled little part
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| Gotta crush high
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| Thought I crushed all I could
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| Crushed all I can then I touched your hand
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| Crush high
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| Don’t want it to stop
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| Cause stories of your brother make my crush high bop
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| And you couldn’t really know cause its in my toes
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| And sometimes I wonder where’d that crush high go
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| Crush high
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| Then I go and take some pills
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| Cause I can’t do all of my do’s and still feel ill
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| You get that WOOOO! |