| She cast herself to sea
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| Cause she couldn’t use her wings
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| I was drowning in a cup of tea
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| Waiting for the spring
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| Winter rapes you white and clean
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| Leaves you quite and lean
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| With a sense of being in between
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| My fingers hit the wrong key
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| I climbed upon the highest mount
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| And wondered how to fly down
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| It was too much work for me
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| Somewhere bells are ringing
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| And lonely mothers thinking
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| How could they do this to me?
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| But in the sun we were one and all
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| In the sun we were halfway grown
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| In the sun with our memorie almost full
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| It was mentioned in the news
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| The halls are decked with shoes
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| that nobody dares to take and move
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| All mighty and all bruised
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| There’s a rustle in the shallow end
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| The buyers stop to listen
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| there is light up by the trees
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| O glorious day, the license plate was marked
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| «All is forgiven"just in time for the feast
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| But in the sun we were one and all
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| In the sun we were halfway grown
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| In the sun with our memorie almost full in the sun
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| As they were dancing in the parlour
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| I couldn’t help but to recall her
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| The girl who flew herself to sea
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| I wondered for a second all the things she had imagined
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| What she would’ve liked to be
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| But in the sun we were one and all
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| In the sun we were halfway grown
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| In the sun with our memorie almost full in the sun
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| But in the sun we were one and all (i wear my tambourine like a crown of light
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| trough the night)
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| In the sun we were halfway grown
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| In the sun with our memorie almost full in the sun |