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(carly simon) |
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I'm home again in my old narrow bed |
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Where I grew tall and my feet hung over the end |
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The low beam room with the window looking out |
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On the soft summer garden |
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Where the boys grew in the trees |
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Here I grew guilty |
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And no one was at fault |
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Frightened by the power in every innocent thought |
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And the silent understanding passing down>from daughter to daughter |
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Let the boys grow in the trees |
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Do you go to them or do you let them come to you |
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Do you stand in back afraid that you'll intrude |
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Deny yourself and hope someone will see |
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And live like a flower |
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While the boys grew in the trees |
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Last night |
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I slept in sheets the colour of fire |
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Tonight I lie alone again and curse my own desires |
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Sentenced first to burn and then to freeze |
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And watch by the window |
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Where the boys grew in the trees |
