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All trees are oaks |
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And all birds are blue |
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In the mountains of a magnet |
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Are the mountains of you |
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I'm proud of my genius just like a painter and dumb like a poet |
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I think I can, |
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I think I can |
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Just say it, |
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From the throats, |
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From the throats of our wrists |
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With full sets of teeth, |
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Vanilla almond teeth |
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From vanilla almond tea |
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Spent afternoons, |
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Spent afternoons, |
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Measuring time in spoons |
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Where forget-me-nots and marigolds and other things |
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That don't get old, |
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Just don't get old |
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But between one |
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June and September you're all |
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I rememember |
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But I'm a lantern, my head a moon |
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I married a room. |
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I married a room |
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All trees are oaks |
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And all birds are blue |
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Well I do |
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What's 80 miles in |
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Canada or 18 years in mountain time, time |
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A southern run for a late longing to drink |
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All trees are oaks and all birds are blue, |
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Well I do |
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All trees are oaks and all birds are blue, |
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I do I thought everyone was you |
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Where forget-me-nots and marigolds and other things |
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That don't get old, |
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Just don't get old |
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Between one |
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June and September |
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You're all |
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I remember |
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But I'm a lantern, |
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My head a moon |
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I married a room |
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I married a room |
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Forget me not's and marigolds |
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And other things that do't get old (Forget-me-nots and marigolds) |
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But between one |
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June and september you're all |
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I remember (Forget-me-nots and marigolds) |
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I'm a lantern, |
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My head a moon. |
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I married a room. (Forget-me-nots and marigold) |
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Where I'll keep my hands in order |
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And what about the air, |
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The air lying awake |
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And what about the air, |
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The air, lying awake. |
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What about about the air, |
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The air, lying awake. |
