Kimya Dawson - Eleventeen

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silver pink ponies flying over me
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you may feel strange , well , you are an angel
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stuck in tight pants , stuck at a highschool dance
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stuck doing people things , not knowing you have wings .
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you are my serenade , you are my lemonade
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you are my soul , throw it all out the window .
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you are my training wheel and you are my chamomile
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you are my friend , come again some other day .

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you are my pantomime and you are my moonshine
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you are my sunshine , you are my shooting star .
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you are my elbow , you are my buttercup
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spoonful of puppycat , bellyful of kittypup .
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pretty pretty baby , tin toy maybe
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x marks the spot and it’s not what they expected .
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sing that song again , the one that makes me cry
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when she walks into the room and you don’t know what to do .

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every step of every day
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i love you , every single one of you .
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whenever you get in your own way
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i love you , you love me too .
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no pain anymore , nothing to feel sorry for .
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heaven is right here , heaven is everywhere .
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look at the trees dancing in the breeze
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feel the raindrops on your knees .

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silver pink ponies flying over me
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flying over me , they’re flying over you too .
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silver pink ponies flying over me
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flying over me , they’re flying over you too .
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silver pink ponies flying over me
Am C
you may feel strange , well , you are an angel
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stuck in tight pants , stuck at a high school dance
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stuck doing people things , not knowing you have wings .
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you are an angel
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you are an angel
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you are an angel
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you are an angel .