Sitting round when I'm on the trees
Like Glasgow breezes
Blue lagoons and classic sunsets
But you are all I'm looking for
You are why duty calls
Blue fruit, blue fruit
Blue fruit's growing on my door
Blue fruit's coming through my floor
Told me so when I go to bed
And dream of aces
Wake me up to Italian vistas
But you are what I'm looking for
You are why duty calls
Blue fruit, blue fruit
Blue fruit's growing on my door
Blue fruit's coming through my floor
I'm alive, hold me tight
Blue fruit's growing on my door
Blue fruit's coming through my floor
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