And to those that ask you
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If I still have wood for your bonfire
Tell them that you're the string
Nothing's better than the beat
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Nor more beautiful than your valleys
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And your volcanoes, bewitching girl
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Nothing's better than the sway
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And we don't have to say it all
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Lest they drop dead of envy
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And to those that ask you
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How did you do it, what witchcraft
So that they see your soul
And I ask you to forgive me
Nothing's better than the beat
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Nor more beautiful than your valleys
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And your volcanoes, bewitching girl
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Nothing's better than the sway
And we don't have to tell them everything
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Lest they drop dead of envy
We don't have to tell them everything
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Lest they drop dead of envy
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To those that wonder