| Will you be swimming in her pools?
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| Are you swimming in her pools?
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| Are you swimming in her pools?
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| Ahahaha
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| Will you be brushing off her snow?
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| Will you be brushing off her snow?
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| Will you be brushing off her snow?
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| How can you stand the cold?
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| How can you stand the cold?
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| And if you’re still there when it snows
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| Will you still be there when it goes?
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| Will you still be there when it’s time
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| To fill the pools again?
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| And will you be coming back here?
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| Will you be coming back here?
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| Will you be coming back here?
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| Are you running up the river banks
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| And tracing them like long fingers
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| Are you running up her river banks
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| And navigating them?
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| Fingers of a hand
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| 'Cause fingers make the hand
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| And rivers make the land
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| Is she cradling you well?
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| Oh is she cradling you well?
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| 'Cause if I call you baby, she should cradle you well
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| Does she fucking know?
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| Does she fucking know?
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| And how the lines that appear around your eyes
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| When you are smiling
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| Are revered for the way in which they always reappear
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| Oh, will you be coming back here?
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| Oh, will you be coming back here?
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| Oh, will you be coming back here?
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| I hope you find your mother
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| I hope you find your mother there
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| I hope you find your mother there
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| You hit the ground running with a terrifying speed
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| But it’s the ground you cover that terrifies me
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| And brace yourself for the sound of bleeding
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| 'Cause bleeding hearts bleed
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| Bleeding hearts bleed
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| Bleeding hearts bleed
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| And «please» is not a word that I ever said quietly…
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| You said your love was fierce, fierce, fierce
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| You said your love was fierce, it’s true
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| You said your love was fierce, fierce, fierce
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| You said your love was fierce and I agree with you
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| This child of the future is the child I am seeing, too
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| You said your love was fierce and I agree with you
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| These tigers at heart are the tigers I am seeing, too
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| You said your love was fierce and I agree with you |