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Fine by Cardigans Upon a roof below the moon nearby a park-bench in the sun upon the stairway to your room Why won't you wrap your life around those certain words I just found I wear your golden ring inside suits me very fine I wear your golden heart in mine suits me very fine A backseat sofa in the dark upon a viewpoint in our town nearby a fountain in a park Why won't you wrap your life around those certain words I just found I wear your golden ring inside suits me very fine I wear your golden heart in mine suits me very fine I wear your golden heart in mine and life is very fine |
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