| Holding kisses in the kitchen
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| And talking tongues never felt so right
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| Lost in blissful contradiction
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| Growing up, a child like guide
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| The sun, the moon, the constellation
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| All the world would pass us by
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| Under sheets beneath the headboard
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| Under our very own sky
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| When we were young, wild and free
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| And dancing through these empty streets
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| No one watching and nowhere to be
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| When we were young, wild and free
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| Running down towards the ocean
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| You along the busker scene
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| With your lover on your arm
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| In a boat far out at sea
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| So come a little closer now my darling
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| Come a little nearer now to me
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| We’ll be Vagabonds and now
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| We’ve a world out there to see
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| Oh, if you believe
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| We’ll always be young, and wild and free
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| Dancing through these empty streets
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| No one watching and nowhere to be
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| While we’re young, wild and free
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| Here we go, my yo-yo
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| Never let me go, oh no no
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| Burn like fireflies dancing to the night
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| Here we go, my yo-yo
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| I’ll never let you go, oh no no
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| Hang your full moon eyes, if only for tonight
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| We will believe, believe, believe
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| We’ll always be young, and wild and free
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| Dancing through these empty streets
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| No one watching and nowhere to be
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| When we were young, wild and free
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| And dancing through these empty streets
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| No one watching and nowhere to be
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| When we’re young, wild and free
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| Young, wild and … |