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Sweet Thing
Jeff Buckley : Mystery White Boy
And i will stroll the merry way
And jump the hedges first
And i will drink the clear
Clean water for to quench my thirst
And i shall watch the ferry-boats
And they'll get high
On a bluer ocean
Against tomorrow's sky
And i will never NEVER grow so old again
And WE will walk and talk
In gardens wet with rain
OH OH SWEET THING SWEET THING
MY, MY, MY, MY, MY SWEET THING
AND I SHALL DRIVE MY CHARIOT DOWN YOUR STREETS AND CRY
Hey, it's me, i'm dynamite
And i don't know why
HEY YOU SO STRONG YOU HOLD ME IN YOUR ARMS AGAIN
AND I REMEMBER THAT I FELT SO OLD
AND I WILL NEVER NEVER GROW SO OLD AGAIN
We shall walk and talk
In gardens all misty and wet with rain
My, my, my, my, my sweet thing
And i will GO OUT TONITE
Into the MIDnight time sky
And count the stars
That's shining in your eye
And i'll be satisfied
NOT TO KNOW THE REASON WHY
In gardens all wet with rain
And i will never, Never, Never, ever
Grow so old again.
Oh sweet thing, sweet thing
Sugar baby with your champagne eyes
And your saint-like smile...
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