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People are working their days
Saying better things are coming my way
She's stuck seven flights up in her office
She's dreaming all day
The children are waiting for carousels
To carry them so far away
There's no kings in the fields
And all the kings that are real
Don't understand what we've got to say
Your sweet, sweet sentiment is all that I need
Your sweet, sweet sentiment is all that I need
I watched you dance to the radio
While I worked outside in the rain
I dreamed it was '75
And my soul was high gain
And I know it's out of control
But babies, they'll never take that away
It put a shame to feel
When you show me the ring finger you keep in your waist
Your sweet, sweet sentiment is all that I need
Your sweet, sweet sentiment is all that I need
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Your sweet, sweet sentiment is all that I need
Your sweet, sweet sentiment is all that I need
Your sweet, sweet sentiment is all that I need
Your sweet, sweet sentiment is all that I need