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Lilys - Bring Up the Stamp lyrics
When growing up Kids stranger than others Will get together to play games That no one explains For all their time Together they figured New ways to relate to each other For French was no good. It was just that kind of season. Summer vacations with oar head and red sand. And it was just for that reason When you were laying around and laying with someone Who maybe said something that meant more than they said that they knew Who was asking the questions? All the Mothers displaced by the difference But each secret harbours a secret of the other And under a flame of truth did together Unseen by their fathers and travelled their failings Their feelings, Hoping this is the right thing. It was just that time of season, Summer vacations with oar head and red sand And it was just for that reason, When we lay togther we asked the questions That meant more than we said, So happy to be together Answering questions with smiles, giving questions as answers. |
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