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Firefly
by Martha Tilston

VERSE 1
Before the morning let us bathe upon the yellow.
I love to sleep with the ringing of the cello,
In my ears, nothing but your warm breath,
I always sleep on the left.

CHORUS
(And) I still get a chill
Still get a spill
Filling up my belly when I think of you.
(You see) I still get a river
Still get a quiver
And it burns down my spine
When I think that you're mine.
(Oh, yes you are!)

VERSE 2
And always hunting for the light,
Well. it's a firefly.
Don't you see that it's you aglow?
In the morning when work is in the air,
I love to play with your hair.

(CHORUS)

(VERSE 1)

(CHORUS)

CODA
I still get a chill
Still get a spill
Filling up my belly when I think of you.
So the river calls to deliver
And it burns down my spine
(Oh) ... you're mine
Oh, you're mine
Oh, you're mine
O, you're mine

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