| I never thought of this as funny
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| It speaks another world to me
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| I wanna be your Easter bunny
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| I wanna be your Christmas tree.
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| I’ll strip the world that you must live in of all its godforsaken greed.
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| I’ll ply the tar of your feathers.
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| I’ll pluck the thorns out of your feet.
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| You and me.
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| You and me.
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| You and me.
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| And if I choose your sanctuary.
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| I’ll want to wash you with my hair.
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| I’ll want to drink of sacred fountains
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| and find elixirs hidden there.
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| I’ll reap the lotus and the olive (?).
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| I’ll want to hear the caged-bird sing.
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| I’ll want the secrets of the temple.
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| I’ll want the finger with the ring.
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| You and me.
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| You and me.
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| You and me.
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| And if you made me your religion.
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| I’ll give all the room you need.
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| I’ll be the drawing of your breath.
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| I’ll be carpet you should weave.
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| I’ll be the sky above the Ganges
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| I’ll be the vast and stormy sea.
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| I’ll be the lights that guide you inland.
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| I’ll be the visions you will see.
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| Visions you will see.
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| You will see.
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| You will see.
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| You and me.
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| You and me.
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| You and me. |