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There was a wayward lad
Stepped out one morning
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The ground to be his bed
The sky his awning

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Neon, neon, neon
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A blue neon lamp in a midnight 
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country field
Cows surround so you lean on, lean 
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on
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So much your hugs become hold ons

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Oh these three worn words
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Oh oh-oh-oh that we whisper
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Like the rubbing hands of tourists
    F#m
 in Verona

I just want to love you in my own 
language

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   Well that smell of sex, good like
 burning wood
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   The wayward lad lay claim
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   To two thirsty girls from Hornsea
Bm            A                 D
   Who left a note when morning came

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Girls from the pool say "Hi" (hi)
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The road erodes at five feet per 
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year along England's east coastline
F#m                 E    D
Was this your first time?
Bm             A        D
Love is just a button we pressed 
last night by the campfire

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Oh these three worn words
                    Em
Oh oh-oh-oh that we whisper
                 A        A/G     
Like the rubbing hands of tourists
    F#m
 in Verona

I just want to love you in my own 
language

( D )