| Go ahead and be my world
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| And everything will be okay
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| Just hide there in plain sight
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| Too big to see, yeah to see
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| We’ll have coffee and watch the strangers
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| Gather our letters and carry us further
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| Diluted and faded, still safely there
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| Still there, still there
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| Go ahead, let’s plant a forest
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| Where we can hide when the city expels us
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| We can sleep in the branches
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| Our own little outpost in the trees
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| We’ll plan ahead and cut a path
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| So we can always sneak our way back
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| And line it all with grapevines and keep them well tuned
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| So we can run, we can run through
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| Let’s go ahead and grab our clothes
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| And walk together where the water knows us
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| And toss them over the edge
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| Into the lake and watch them sink
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| Let’s make a pact, set a date
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| Meet back up here at this same place
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| And maybe brim will make beds in your dresses
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| In your dresses, in your dresses
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| Go ahead and leave two notes
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| And place them down inside old library books
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| And fold back the pages
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| Put them back in their spaces, undisturbed
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| And we’ll come back and see inside
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| Who checked them out and if they replied
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| Or if they’re still there unread and unanswered
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| Quiet, unread and unanswered |