If you turn into a flower in a field
As a bee, I'll find your petals.
You can run, you can hide1, but you're still mine.
Doo doo doo
If you turn into a tiny fish in the sea
I'll dive to the bottom as a meerman.
You can run, you can hide, but you're still mine.
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Aw aw aw
I'll find you anyway.
aw aw aw
hey hey hey
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I'll find you anyway.
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If you turn into a guitar
I'll play a bar chord on the 5th fret
You can run, you can hide, but you're still mine.
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If you turn into an outlet,
as a plug I'll slip into you.
You can run, you can hide, but you're still mine.
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I'll find you anyway.
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I'll find you anyway.
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You're the daisy2, I'm the spring.
You're the chewing gum, I'm the gums
You're the bridge of the nose, I'm the sinusitis.
You're Spain, I'm Madrid.
You're the bride, I'm the veil
You're the stomach, I'm the food
You're the melody; I'm the accordion.
You're Roxana, I'm Babajan
Let it all out, curly!3
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I'll find you anyway.
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I'll find you anyway.
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1. "whether you hide or not"2. technically some kind of chamomille3. speaking to a musician, I guess