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Sinking into the Miami vibes for just a short stay,
Does it really matter when I'm with you, perfect is any day;
A second, a minute an hour,
A bit sweet, spicy and sour;

 

All your moments, go straight to the heart;
All your curves, a work of art;

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You make me believe in the love songs I hear, you see;
I guess you're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be;

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Your brown eyes are my blue skies,
They roll away the dark clouds, pour in the sunshine;

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And maybe it's after all true,
A hundred years dear, I'll dream of you...