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Intro
00:42
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A Little, Little Crazy
03:23
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Let a little drop of glue piece it together
Let a little teardrop out of your eye
Let a little butterfly ignite your wonder
Let a little happiness into your life
Take a little time off to sit down and ponder
Think about the days when you still wished you could fly
Take a little scoop o’ sugar to wipe out the bitter
Then you will start to feel just a little better
So just take my hand and get ready
'Cos we gonna, yeah, we gonna
Yeah we gonna find your little smile
With this plan
Get a little crazy
We could sing all night long
Repeat this little song
I could take a little walk, upon little little sands
I could take a little hop, smack a one loud clap with my hands, oh yeah yeah
And I could make a little crown, put it on and make a sound
Stamp my feet on the ground, spin around, be a clown, erase my frown
So just take my hand and get ready
'Cos we gonna, yeah, we gonna
Yeah we gonna find your little smile
With this plan
Get a little crazy
We could sing all night long
Repeat this little
I’m feelin’, feelin’ kinda breathless
But it doesn’t really matter
Forget about what the end may be
Just sing with me
Get a little crazy, yeah
So just take my hand and get ready
'Cos we gonna, yeah, we gonna
Yeah we gonna find your little smile
With this plan
Get a little crazy
We could sing all night long
Repeat this little song
Take my hand and get ready
'Cos we gonna, yeah, we gonna
Yeah we gonna find your little smile
With this plan
Get a little crazy
We could sing all night long
Repeat this little song
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Wings of the Moment
03:55
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Jack and Jill sat on top of a hill
Blow wind blow, pop goes the weasel
Old King Cole was a merry old soul
A merry soul was he
As I sat under a sycamore tree
I closed my eyes and I started to see
With a pebble in my hand I wrote it out in the sand
Where I wanna be
It’s like my tongue found a melody
And the answer to this mystery
Now I can’t help but say
I’ve been
Livin’ for this moment
Wishin’ for this moment
I’m flyin’ in a moment like this, like I’m on a potion of bliss and
I’ve been
Livin’ with no tomorrow
And I’ve got no time for no sorrow
‘Cos I’ve been flyin’ upon these wings
The Wings of the Moment
Rock and Roll, you can put up a show
You got the flow, you don’t need your spectacles
Old King Cole was a merry old soul
But he’s younger than His Majesty
As I sat under a sycamore tree
I closed my eyes and I started to see
Of all the lands and grand plans I wrote out in the sand
There’s no place that I’d rather be
It’s like my tongue found a melody
And the words for this ecstasy
Now I can’t help but say
I’ve been
Livin’ for this moment
Wishin’ for this moment
I’m flyin’ in a moment like this, like I’m on a potion of bliss and
I’ve been
Livin’ with no tomorrow
And I’ve got no time for no sorrow
‘Cos I’ve been flyin’ upon these wings
The Wings of the Moment
I’ve been
Livin’ for this moment
Wishin’ for this moment
I’m flyin’ in a moment like this, like I’m on a potion of bliss and
I’ve been
Livin’ with no tomorrow
And I’ve got no time for no sorrow
‘Cos I’ve been flyin’ upon these wings
The Wings of the Moment
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Does time get any faster when I’m chasing your stare
Do I even know what time it is, I don’t really care
Is it anywhere near possible for me to even know
Your name
Well to be honest, I do know your name though I didn’t ask you to share
Do I just call it out, pretend it was a dare
But that would make me look shallow, like a fellow with his stereos
Off and still over his ears
I’ve worried about the weather
I’ve worried about class
Just never worried about
The opening question I should ask
Why are you waiting around here
On this step around the corner
Waiting around here
In this place so cold
Well I can’t help but feel the butterflies in my tummy
Only you can make them taste so yummy
I’ve only hit on a nail on a finger with a hammer
Never on a girl with a smile like the summer
That explains why I wrapped a bandage ‘round
My hand
So do I get to sit beside you on this side of the bench
Imagine up stories about a painful rusty wrench
Oh damn, stop scrutinising my hand
‘Cos it’s cold and clammy like blueberry jam
I’ve dreamed about the weather
I’ve dreamed a lot in class
Dreaming for a day like this
To put my arms ‘round your pitiful dress
What I meant to say was …
To put my heart in a beautiful mess
Why are you waiting around here
On this step around the corner
Waiting around here
In this place so cold
Well I can’t help but feel the butterflies in my tummy
Only you can make me pace
Why am I waiting around here
Do I step around the corner
Waiting around here
Well I’m not so bold
Well I can’t help but feel the butterflies in my tummy
Only you can make me feel so funny
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