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Love Song
Well you walked into the room just like the sun
And woke the caveman from his endless slumber
And with the quickness of your arm
You pulled out a piant brush
And you painted the sky back to blue
Now I'm standing on top of dirty clothes
There's a tornado spinning in the corner
And electricity flows between your hands into my bones
And my flesh turns pink with it's warmth
Oh pretty love don't worry
With me don't need a place to hide
So just sit real still
And the light will flood in over the hills
And I'm walking around outside
In the springtime everything is sprouting green
And I watch this fight occur
But only though about lovers
Oh it's strange how the world becomes pure
And you were standing on top of tip toes
In the kitchen as the water starts to boil
And as we removed each others clothes
I would sing some notes
So maybe you would slow dance with me
Oh pretty love don't worry
With me you don't need a place to hide
So just sit real still
And the light will flood in over the window sill
Oh yea just sit real still
And you and me will bloom
Oh you and me will bloom
Oh you and me will bloom on the window still
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Oh you and me will bloom on the window still
Oh you and me will bloom
And you and me will bloom
Oh yea just sit real still
And the light will flood in over the window sill
So just sit real still
With me you don't need a place to hide
Oh pretty love don't worry
So maybe you would slow dance with me
I would sing some notes
And as we removed each others clothes
In the kitchen as the water starts to boil
And you were standing on top of tip toes
Oh it's strange how the world becomes pure
But only though about lovers
And I watch this fight occur
In the springtime everything is sprouting green
And I'm walking around outside
And the light will flood in over the hills
So just sit real still
With me don't need a place to hide
Oh pretty love don't worry
And my flesh turns pink with it's warmth
And electricity flows between your hands into my bones
There's a tornado spinning in the corner
Now I'm standing on top of dirty clothes
And you painted the sky back to blue
You pulled out a piant brush
And with the quickness of your arm
And woke the caveman from his endless slumber
Well you walked into the room just like the sun
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| LLove SSong |
| ove ong |
| oLve oSng |
| kove zong |
| kLove zSong |
| Lkove Szong |
| oove wong |
| oLove wSong |
| Loove Swong |
| pove dong |
| pLove dSong |
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| Lpove Sdong |
| eong |
| Lve eSong |
| Lvoe Seong |
| Lkve xong |
| xSong |
| Lokve Sxong |
| L9ve aong |
| L9ove aSong |
| Lo9ve Saong |
| L0ve Soong |
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| L0ove Sng |
| Lo0ve Snog |
| Llve Skng |
| Llove Skong |
| Lolve Sokng |
| Live S9ng |
| Liove S9ong |
| Loive So9ng |
| Lovve S0ng |
| Loe S0ong |
| Loev So0ng |
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| Lobe Slng |
| Lobve Slong |
| Lovbe Solng |
| Loce Sing |
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