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When you're disgusted |
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When you're lonely |
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When the elm tree |
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Desires your company |
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Can you make it |
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All alone |
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Will you need me |
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To come home |
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When you're busted |
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When you're aching |
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When your rib cage |
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Seems to be breaking |
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Can your heart rise |
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Like a sunrise |
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Will it keep bleeding |
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Like mine has |
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Happy woman |
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Happy woman |
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You sure did leave a sad man |
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Happy woman |
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Happy woman |
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Well the archway |
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Is broad enough for two |
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But it holds one |
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With plenty of breathing room |
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The highway's narrow |
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But never ending |
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You can't get comfortable |
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But it's forgiving |
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Like a carousel in a carnival or a balloon caught inside a tree |
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What makes something magical is how it's grounded not how it's free |
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When you lay down |
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On an open beach |
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And the ocean rushes up to kiss your feet |
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Will you think of me |
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As it retreats empty handed |
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Back into the coral reef |
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Sad woman |
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Sad woman |
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You sure did leave a happy man |
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Sad woman |
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Sad woman |