| Now that it’s June, we’ll sleep out in the garden
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| And if it rains, we’ll just sink into the mud
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| Where it is quiet and much cooler than the house is
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| And there’s no clocks or phones to wake us up
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| Because I have learned that nothing is as pressing
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| As the one’s pressing would like you to believe
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| And I am content to walk a little slower
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| Because there’s nowhere that I really need to be
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| And I find that life is easier
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| When it’s just a blur
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| With no details to
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| Confuse who or what or where I was
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| So when the ending comes
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| The full regret will seem obscure
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| But these are days we dream about
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| When the sunlight paints us gold
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| And this apartment could not be prettier
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| As we danced up there alone
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| And this TV’s old, the color’s fucked
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| You see the difference in the shades?
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| But the green’s still close to green, my love
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| And I believe we are the same
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| And we’ll stay like this, all gold and green
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| Light collects, it projects your heart on a movie screen
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| And if you close your eyes, we will always be
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| The way we were that night you crawled inside of me
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| And you slept in my blood the way you sleep now
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| The quietest hush has consumed this house
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| And when the doctors have gone and you sweat through the bed
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| With the pictures and pills they piled around your head
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| But just rest now
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| And in a moment you’ll know everything
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| Was it all a dream?
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| It’s too vague now to recount
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| An outline of the one you loved
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| In a life that was
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| That no longer will be
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| Stands above you
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| As you sleep |