| I saw a field of gold and green |
| A place where things aren't what they seem |
| Traced every line with my hands |
| A vision of her drawn in the sand |
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| Soft whispers on a midsummer's day |
| The breeze will take all of ourselves away |
| In a world where wild things grow |
| Her smile will always steal the show |
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| I brought her dandelions |
| Oh, how they bloom |
| She laughed and said they're overgrown |
| But in her eyes I found a place |
| We're wildflowers and runaways |
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| We danced on hills where white grass swayed |
| And watched the skies light up as colors played |
| The stars strung out above began to glow |
| In every damn direction she'd go |
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| Soft whispers on a midsummer's day |
| The breeze will take all of ourselves away |
| In a world where wild things grow |
| Her smile will always steal the show |
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| I brought her dandelions |
| Oh, how they bloom |
| She laughed and said they're overgrown |
| But in her eyes I found a place |
| We're wildflowers and runaways |
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| Our love like petals on the wind |
| But I |
| I heard you say, don't play pretend |
| That dress you wore, can't do no wrong |
| In fields of gold where we belong |
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| I brought her dandelions |
| Oh, how they bloom |
| She laughed and said they're overgrown |
| But in her eyes I found a place |
| We're wildflowers and runaways |
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| I brought her dandelions |
| Oh, how they bloom |
| She laughed and said they're overgrown |
| But in her eyes I found a place |
| We're wildflowers and runaways |
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| I brought her dandelions and I took and park they've grown |
| She laughed and said we're all alone |
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