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Follow me down to the edge of the town |
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The edge of the town where the graves are |
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Swallowed in weeds in the throws of those trees |
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The throws of the trees where my heart lies |
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You can be my one if you wanna go |
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You can be my Juliet then |
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And we can drift asleep in a lover's pose |
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But never go away |
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No poison here, we're safe |
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Follow me down to the kingdom around |
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The edge of now where the tracks are |
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Swallowed in weeds in the throws of those trees |
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The throws of the trees where my soul lies |
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You can be my one if you wanna go |
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You can be Ophelia and then |
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And into the water we will go |
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But never float away |
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No never float |
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I know the bonds will grow with every passing wave |
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Star-crossed but never toss the strength of the poet's page |
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I know... |
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Juliet... |
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You can be my one if you wanna go |
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You can be my Juliet then |
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And we can drift asleep in a lover's pose |
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But never know |
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You can be my one if you wanna go |
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You can be my Juliet then |
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And we can drift asleep in a lover's pose |
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But never close our eyes |
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No we will survive |