Tono:
Introducción:
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There was a wayward lad, stepped out one morning
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The ground to be his bed, the sky his awning
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Neon, neon, neon
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A blue neon lamp in a midnight country field
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Cows surround so you lean on, lean on
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So much your hugs become hold ons
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Oh these three worn words
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Oh oh-oh-oh, that we whisper
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Like the rubbing hands of tourists in Verona
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Well that smell of sex, good like burning wood
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The wayward lad lay claim
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To two thirsty girls from Hornsea
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Who left a note when morning came
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Girls from the pool say 'hi' (hi)
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The road erodes at five feet per year along England's east coastline
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Was this your first time?
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Love is just a button we pressed last night by the campfire
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Oh these three worn words
Em
Oh oh-oh-oh, that we whisper
A A/G F#m
Like the rubbing hands of tourists in Verona
N.C. (Riff-1)