I'm. Marooned, I'm marooned
On your heart in June
I have tried I'm alive
I am lost in the land of your love
There's no doubt, there's no doubt
That I love your pout
Gonna ride, skip, survive
Paddle in a pink Ford shout
I am lost in the land of your love
We'll make fire, we'll make fire
With a stick and a lyre
Strum will drive what we hive
I'm a plow in the land of your love
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