| They said to us when we were young
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| «Wear suncream if you’re going in the sun»
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| They said that «the sun it does things to your skin
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| That are well beyond your years»
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| And I wonder why it seems that all these goods things
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| Just grow and die
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| Maybe that’s just love it lifts you up and it kills you
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| All at the same damn time
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| Would you be my Thelma Plum?
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| Sing me songs when we’re home alone
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| When the suns kissed my eyes one too many times
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| You can lay me down
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| And if my eyes flicker in doubt, you can just say
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| «Well maybe you’re worn out»
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| Maybe you’re worn, maybe you’re worn out
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| Maybe you’re worn, maybe you’re worn out
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| I saw you there across the crowd
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| West Coast girl singing songs of mine
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| How I wish I got to learn your name and look
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| Well, I wish that I wasn’t so tired
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| And I wonder why it seems that all these good things
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| Just come and leave
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| But have you noticed that we only count the hours
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| And we’ve cut down all the best old trees
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| Would you be my Thelma Plum?
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| Sing me songs when we’re home alone
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| When the suns kissed my eyes one to many times
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| You can lay me down
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| And if my eyes flicker in doubt, you can just say
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| «Well maybe you’re worn out»
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| Maybe you’re worn, maybe you’re worn out
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| Maybe you’re worn, maybe you’re worn out
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| Maybe you’re worn out
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| Grab a cup of tea go to bed
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| I’ll kiss you on your eyelids when
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| The morning comes to wake you up
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| Maybe you’re worn out
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| Grab a cup of tea go to bed
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| I’ll kiss you on your eyelids when
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| The morning comes to wake you up
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| Maybe you’re worn out
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| Grab a cup of tea go to bed
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| I’ll kiss you on your eyelids when
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| The morning comes to wake you up
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| Maybe you’re worn out
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| Grab a cup of tea go to bed
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| I’ll kiss you on your eyelids when
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| The morning comes to wake you up |