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You're the prince to my ballerina
You'll feed all the people's parking meters
You encourage the eating of ice cream
And you would somersault in sand with me

You talk to loners
You ask 'how's your week?'
You give love to all
And give love to me
You're obsessed with hiding
The sticks and stones
And feel the unknown
You feel like home

You feel like home. . .


You're the warmth in my summer's breeze
You're the ivory to my ebony key
You would share your last jelly bean
And you would somersault in sand with me.

You put my feet back on the ground
Oh, did you know you brought me round
Yeah, you were sweet and you were sound

Can you save me ?