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in the pitch black dark on that old park bench
that day i slipped on a beautiful banana peel
and fell, fuzzy head over worn out heels,
in crazy carnival ride love with you.
i was never as happily confused as the night we met.
i couldn't think through the pounding deja vu in my head.
in my bones, i knew, it was as real as it could get
in the pitch black dark on that old park bench.
and fell, fuzzy head over worn out heels,
in crazy carnival ride love with you.
i was never as happily confused as the night we met.
i couldn't think through the pounding deja vu in my head.
in my bones, i knew, it was as real as it could get
in the pitch black dark on that old park bench.
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