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There's a random painted highway |
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And a muzzle of bees |
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My sleeves have come unstitched |
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From climbing your tree |
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And dogs laugh, some say they're barking |
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I don't think they're mean |
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Some people get so frightened |
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Of the fences in between |
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And the sun gets passed from tree to tree |
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Silently, and back to me |
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With the breeze blown through |
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Pushed up against the sea |
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Finally back to me |
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I'm assuming you got my message |
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On your machine |
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I'm assuming you love me |
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And you know what that means |
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Sun gets passed, sea to sea |
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Silently, and back to me |
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With the breeze blown through |
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Pushed up above the leaves |
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With the breeze blown through |
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My head upon your knee |
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Half of it's you, half is me |
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Half of it's you, half is me |
