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All my dreams float up |
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Through the willow tree |
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Only to float back down next to me |
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And if you were waiting there for me |
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Under the willow tree |
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There's the clocks two arms |
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Pointing straight at me |
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Cause I'm killing time unremorsefully |
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And I know it's not a bad choice for me |
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Under the willow tree |
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I have become the moral of the story |
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They say, \"Don't end up like that one\" |
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And then plot my future for me |
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So I'll stay lost in summer's teeth |
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And he grinds up my bones to make his treats |
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And you'll all pay up for a taste of me |
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Under the willow tree |
