Alan & Dawn Lyrics

Buds on the trees, weak in the knees with a new heart Sing to the sky, oh might we try to make a true art Sick to the end, oh won?t you lend this a new start Valve fire Sad that the seas don?t topple the trees cos they have their ways Cross all your Ts & come down with me so we can call off all day Sung still to breathe with halos of leaves us with a small part Course through

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