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Birds at the tops of trees.
A view will see you through.
A woman and her pram.
As seen from your window.
I think she has a Blues
Record in her.
Believe in the good nature
Of kind people.

You like a girl. 
Said it was the dress she wore.
The smell of hot water
In the sink, I think I've never seen
Anyone play a bass like Paul's
Before. 

Drawl and too broad shoulders,
No neck. Long hair and a girl
He was once in love with.
He can see into her window from the street.
When he was seventeen
He never had a girl before sing to him
Like she did. 

He's short. Became a deep dish drunk.

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