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There are st | ars in the | southern | sky |
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Southward a | s you | go | |
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There is m | oonlight and mo | ss in the tr | ees |
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Down the s | even br | idges r | oad | |
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Now | I have l | oved y | ou like a b | aby |
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Like some l | onesome ch | ild | |
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And | I have l | oved y | ou in a t | ame way |
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And I | have l | oved you w | ild | |
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Some | times there’s a | part of me |
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Has to | turn from here and | go |
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R | unning like a child from | these warm stars |
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Down the s | even b | ridges r | oad | |
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There are | stars in the | southern | sky |
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And if e | ver you de | cide you should | go | |
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There is a t | aste of t | ime-sweetened h | oney |
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Down the | seven b | ridges | road | |