| I got the top off of my car
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| Driving into the setting sun
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| I got love in my heart
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| Now I’m going to give it to someone
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| Oh I haven’t met you yet
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| But I know where you will be
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| Traveling this same road
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| With a backpack soul
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| Out there, somewhere, just like me
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| Someday we will meet
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| And we’ll park neath the apple trees
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| In an orchard, by a barn
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| Listen to some late night radio
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| Watch the satellites and stars
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| And I will hold you in my arms
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| Till we both fall asleep
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| Underneath the apple trees
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| Will I meet you on a bus
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| Or a narrow street cafe
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| Find you in a Sunday market
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| Or a lonely park bench in the shade
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| Do you like you coffee strong
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| Do you sleep in when it rains
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| All those little things about you girl
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| I can’t wait to learn someday
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| You know I’m on my way
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| And we’ll park neath the apple trees
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| In an orchard, by a barn
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| Listen to some late night radio
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| Watch the satellites and stars
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| And I will hold you in my arms
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| Till we both fall asleep
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| Underneath the apple trees, yeah
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| When I was just a boy
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| I’d run barefoot beneath those leaves
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| Throwing rotten apples
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| Building forts
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| Rake the leaves
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| I guess I never grew up
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| Cause I still believe in love
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| And that that day will come
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| And we’ll park neath the apple trees
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| In an orchard, by a barn
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| Listen to some late night radio
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| Watch the satelites and stars
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| And I will hold you in my arms
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| Till we both fall asleep
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| Underneath the apple trees
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| Underneath the apple trees |