| If you want I can show you what love is
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| If you want I can show you it all
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| If you want I can show you the surface
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| Like you’ve never ever seen it before
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| Please excuse all the dust from the renovations
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| And the garden’s overgrown
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| But if you use your imagination
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| You can see that it’s a real home
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| In the sun on the bed where I’ve been lyin'
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| I’ve been thinkin' of you all this time
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| And the clock and the wind so warmly sighing
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| If you want I can show you what love is
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| Spread it out on the forest floor
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| If you want I can show you the surface
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| Like you’ve never ever seen it before
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| In a city where the rubbish heap is growing
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| As it must be doing as we speak
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| On a street where the traffic’s overflowing
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| And their knees all getting weak
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| Are you ever gonna be grown up and knowing?
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| Are you ever gonna reach your peak?
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| Are you ever gonna reap what you’ve been sowing?
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| Shot like silk, a glass of milk
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| At night, I spill my soul
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| Across my window sill
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| The will to bring the language
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| And sing the anguish
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| You’re dreamin'
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| You’re dreamin'
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| You move on but the feeling lingers
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| Full force of the argument
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| And the roots of the old syringa
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| Pushin' up through the new cement
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| Caught up in a slender novel
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| The idea won’t let you go
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| In the blue of the water bottle
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| I know |