| Last night I dreamt you very near
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| Though the night was dark beyond the glass
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| I knew you’d left before I woke
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| But you fogged the window when you passed
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| The air was still and smelled like rain
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| Though I’d never known so dry a spell
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| And what I heard there in the dark
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| Are the secrets I will never tell
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| There is a tree beyond this world
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| In it’s ancient roots this song is curled
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| I am the fool whose life’s been spent
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| Between what’s said and what is meant
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| I didn’t mean what went so wrong
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| Some things I wish I didn’t know
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| I’ve always lived inside my head
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| And often utterly alone
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| I’ll be a pillow for your head
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| You can make me promises you can’t keep
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| And I’ll believe each word you’ve said
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| And I’ll hum to you while you sleep
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| There is a tree beyond this world
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| In it’s ancient roots this song is curled
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| I am the fool whose life’s been spent
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| Between what’s said and what is meant
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| You took me by my shaking hand
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| Laughed at me and closed the door
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| And you put your hands to my waist
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| And you waltzed me 'round the kitchen floor
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| There is a tree beyond this world
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| In it’s ancient roots this song is curled
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| I am the fool whose life’s been spent
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| Between what’s said and what is meant
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| So I will wander without fail
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| In circles that grow ever wide
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| The sky expands and then exhales
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| With an ache that never will subside
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| There is a tree beyond this world
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| In it’s ancient roots this song is curled
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| I am the fool whose life’s been spent
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| Between what’s said and what is meant |