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A bed in the sky would make me Higher up than sleeping under this bush If I had a magic broom, I'd rev it up And out in space I would whoosh I'd ask you to be with me there to Do anything you would like to do... I like singing spaces not bricks Intervals and all the notes in between I like making big mistakes - Knickerless girls being understood but not seen But I've got a nasty cold today (sniff) I've run out of words to say 'arbitrary' (arbitrary) |