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Her weave is unearthly
Of nothing in this world
Her weave is unearthly
Of nothing compares
I think I'll lose myself
So she can find me
I think I'll lose myself
In her Lucille it's supernatural
In her Lucille it's ours
Absence makes the heart grow fonder
Fond within that boogie box
Her Lucille is supernatural
Her Lucille
No sooner with her I'm here
She weaves an unending
Without I couldnt be
She weaves unrelenting
Of nothing to fear
I think I'll lose myself
So she can find me
I think I'll lose myself
In her Lucille it's supernatural
In her Lucille it's ours
Absence makes the heart grow fonder
Fond within that boogie box
Her Lucille is supernatural
Her Lucille
No sooner with her I'm here
So weave me assunder
Of nothing in this world
So weave me assunder
Of nothing to lose
In her Lucille it's supernatural
In her Lucille it's ours
Absence makes the heart grow fonder
Fond within that boogie box
Her Lucille is supernatural
Her Lucille
No sooner with her I'm here