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I got the top off of my car, |
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Driving into the setting sun. |
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I got love in my heart, |
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Now I'm going to give it to someone. |
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Oh I haven't met you yet, |
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But I know where you will be. |
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Traveling this same road |
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With a backpack soul, |
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Out there, somewhere, just like me |
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Someday we will meet |
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And we'll park neath the apple trees |
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In an orchard, by a barn |
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Listen to some late night radio |
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Watch the satellites and stars |
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And I will hold you in my arms, |
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Till we both fall asleep. |
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Underneath the apple trees. |
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Will I meet you on a bus, |
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Or a narrow street cafe, |
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Find you in a Sunday market, |
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Or a lonely park bench in the shade. |
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Do you like you coffee strong, |
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Do you sleep in when it rains. |
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All those little things about you girl, |
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I can't wait to learn someday. |
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You know I'm on my way, |
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And we'll park neath the apple trees, |
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In an orchard, by a barn. |
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Listen to some late night radio, |
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Watch the satellites and stars. |
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And I will hold you in my arms, |
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Till we both fall asleep. |
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Underneath the apple trees, yeah. |
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When I was just a boy |
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I'd run barefoot beneath those leaves |
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Throwing rotten apples, |
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Building forts, |
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Rake the leaves. |
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I guess I never grew up |
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Cause I still believe in love |
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And that that day will come |
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And we'll park neath the apple trees, |
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In an orchard, by a barn. |
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Listen to some late night radio, |
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Watch the satelites and stars. |
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And I will hold you in my arms, |
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Till we both fall asleep. |
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Underneath the apple trees, |
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Underneath the apple trees. |
