Blue candles At noon Burn with a light That makes me think of you You went away too soon The evening We met The peculiar way You held your cigarette I knew we would be friends Lonely Summer afternoons Smoking in a turquoise furnished room Oh Oh We smoked some Balloons Abandoned the world Outside your little room Two candles in the gloom The hair on Your legs It don't really turn me on But that's OK 'Cause I like you anyway Lonely...
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