Bic Runga - Precious thing

 

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And all the stargazers bloom
Throw the stars around the room
I was waiting for the day
For you to lull me
And all the elements conspire
With shiny things that catch the eye
I was waiting for the day
For you to lull me

Precious, precious thing
You are the thought that makes me sing
Wanna leave all my possessions
It's a rare and precious, precious thing

And all the elements conspire
With shiny things that catch the eye
I was waiting for the day
For you to lull me

Precious, precious thing
You are the thought that makes me sing
Wanna leave all my possessions
It's a rare and precious, precious thing

And then all I need
Is to get on the phone
To get on the phone
And call you
And call you

As clear as rain on a street
It shines like bright, coloured stone
These things no-one can own
They are for you
This is for you
This is for you
This is for you.

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