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[01:38.65]There was a wayward lad
[01:44.97]Stepped out one morning
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[01:54.18]The ground to be his bed
[02:00.30]The sky his awning
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[02:09.08]Neon, neon, neon
[02:15.22]A blue neon lamp in a midnight country field
[02:24.52]Can't surround so you lean on, lean on
[02:30.28]So much your heart's become fond of this
[02:38.49]Oh, these three worn words
[02:41.30]Oh, let me whisper like the rubbing hands
[02:48.00]Of tourists in Verona
[02:51.97]I just want to love you in my own language
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[03:10.83]Well, that smell of sex
[03:12.67]Good like burning wood
[03:16.93]The wayward lad laid clean
[03:23.05]To two busty girls from Hornsea
[03:28.86]Who left a note in black ink
[03:34.59]Girls from above say "Hi" (hi)
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[03:41.07]The road erodes at five feet per year
[03:44.26]Around England's east coastline
[03:46.97]Was this your first time?
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[03:52.96]Love is just a button we press
[03:56.42]Last night by the campfire
[03:59.42]Oh, these three worn words
[04:02.25]Oh, that we whisper like the rubbing hands
[04:08.75]Of tourists in Verona
[04:13.99]I just want to love you in my own language
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