| He has a taste of anger
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| And it’s oh so sweet
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| He likes to make it linger
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| And he pulls in every single string
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| We get a warm welcome wrapped in frost
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| He’ll give her every little thing
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| Sings the sweetest songs to me
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| She is his favourite little thing
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| You will be wandering through some beautiful moments
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| I hear the bluebells ringing
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| With touch of cooling winds
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| His sore throat’s screaming out of his angry mind
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| These melodies of softest cream heal her skin
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| He says we will be healing
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| And it’s oh so neat
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| I shall repaint the picture
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| And dye it into abstract art
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| I need a cloud to jump on, somewhere to dream
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| To pick my own sparkling sun
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| Tunes of velvet, breaking in
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| Into my heart on a constant run
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| He can provide a safe place when thoughts get heavy
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| He will be carrying them, oh all of them for you
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| He will be poisoning her still growing mind
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| These melodies of softest cream will heal her skin
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| I’ll try to catch the sun beams
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| They’ll be for you my girl
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| Let shades away, be shining
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| You are my brightest little pearl
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| You will be his princess, in his land
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| He’ll give you every little thing
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| Scented cherries of finest brand
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| He’ll do it all to make her cling |