| I can’t leave, but I won’t stay here
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| If I stay, I still won’t be here
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| I am the grass upon which she lays
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| April spring summer and Wednesdays
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| I am the hand which feeds her always
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| Iam the bed upon which she plays
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| Nah, na na nah, na na nah-ah
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| Nah, na na nah, na na nah
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| Nah, na na nah, na na nah-ah
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| Nah, na na nah, na na nah
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| I can’t leave, but I won’t stay here
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| If I stay, I still won’t be here
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| I am the feathers in her pillow
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| Anywhere I hide, she knows, I know
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| I am the sunshine through her window
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| Anywhere I go, she goes, we go
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| Nah, na na nah, na na nah-ah
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| Nah, na na nah, na na nah
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| Nah, na na nah, na na nah-ah
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| Nah, na na nah, na na nah
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| I can’t leave, but I won’t stay here
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| If I stay, I still won’t be here
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| I am the grass upon which she lays
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| April spring summer and Wednesdays
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| I am the hand which feeds her always
|
| Iam the bed upon which she plays
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| Nah, na na nah, na na nah-ah
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| Nah, na na nah, na na nah
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| Nah, na na nah, na na nah-ah
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| Nah, na na nah, na na nah |