| ‘cause she’s the sort of girl you find early in the morning
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| Somewhere at the markets, early eyes
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| And she’s, she’s the sort of girl you find down by the sea
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| ‘cause the sea never left
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| And I don’t know much about her
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| ‘cause I met her at the markets and didn’t ask her name
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| But her eyes were soft and her words were the same
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| But these were things that I, things, things that I was sure about
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| Oh my love, oh my love
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| Things where I, these things where I felt the same
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| Now that I am trying, now that I’ve been singing softly again
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| Same way she said, «Thank you» when I told her she was beautiful
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| ‘cause she’s the sort of girl you find early in the winter
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| With, a cold wetsuit in hand, and she’s
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| See she’s the sort of girl you find down by the sea
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| ‘cause the sea it always comes where she goes
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| She’s the sort of girl that your father would love
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| That your mum would be so proud to show some things
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| And her eyes were soft and her love was the same
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| But these were things that I, things, things that I was sure about
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| Oh my love, oh my love
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| Things where I, these things where I felt the same
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| Now that I am trying, now that I’ve been singing softly again
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| Same way she said, «Thank you» when I told her she was beautiful
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| Warm coffee on your lips
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| Warm coffee on your lips
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| Warm coffee on mine
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| Warm coffee on your lips
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| Warm coffee on your lips
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| Warm coffee in the mornin' light
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| Warm coffee on your lips
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| Warm coffee on your lips
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| Warm coffee on mine
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| And there was somethin' in these ‘thank yous'
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| There was somethin' that was beautiful
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| ‘cause she’s the sort of girl you find early in the morning
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| Somewhere at the markets, early eyes
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| And she’s, she’s the sort of girl you find down by the sea
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| ‘cause the sea never left
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| And I don’t know much about her
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| ‘cause I met her at the markets and I didn’t ask her name
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| But her eyes were soft and her words remain the same |