| So now you are a tree
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| Come on lift up your arms high
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| Today you see that you can be
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| Higher than the marquee
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| Buzzing in the city
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| Oh, and that all this is tiny
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| There’s nothing you can say
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| That’ll be heard over
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| That squealing megaphone
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| Underneath the marquee
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| Buzzing in the city
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| So you can stop your screaming
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| And the freeway that I dreamed on
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| Was eight hours long
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| The highway that I flew on
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| Was grounded and
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| The only thing that’s me here
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| Is what she sees
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| So never mind the warmth
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| Between all that you see
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| Never mind what they may love
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| Underneath the marquee
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| Buzzing in the city
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| You can’t stop your screaming
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| And the freeway that I dreamed on
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| Was eight hours long
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| The highway that I flew on
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| Was grounded and
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| The only thing that’s me here
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| Is what she sees
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| Oh, the freeway that I dreamed on
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| Was eight hours long
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| The highway that I flew on
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| Was grounded and
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| The only thing that’s me here
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| Is what she sees
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| Oh, and the freeway I dreamed on was eight hours long
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| (And she sees me, and she sees me, and I’ll go how she sees)
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| Oh, and the freeway I dreamed on was eight hours long
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| (And she sees me, and I’ll go how she sees)
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| The highway that I flew on was grounded and
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| (And she sees me, and I’ll go how she sees)
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| The only thing that’s me here is what she sees
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| (And she sees me, and I’ll go how she sees)
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| The only thing that’s me here is what she sees |