| In the hills it’s an overcoat colder
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| Come by, see me
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| If big things, life things are waves at your door
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| Come by, see me
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| Come grab a sleep on my floor
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| No more courting the squall
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| You’re out with a friend in the capital
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| I’m a thousand leagues under the sea
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| You’re hovering worriedly over your eggs
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| And I’m pondering trees
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| I’m wandering long
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| And I’m pondering trees
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| For you and me
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| In the hills it’s an overcoat colder
|
| Come by, see me
|
| If big things, life things are waves at your door
|
| Come by, see me
|
| Come grab a sleep on my floor
|
| No more courting the squall
|
| You’re out with a friend in the capital
|
| I’m a thousand leagues under the sea
|
| You’re hovering worriedly over your eggs
|
| And I’m pondering trees
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| I’m wandering long
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| And I’m pondering trees
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| For you and me
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| I’m the son of a saint and a leader of men
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| And I’m neither of them but I’m yours
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| I’ll build us a house out of wrestlerock shale
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| With some everyday windows
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| An anytime roof
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| And I’ll open the doors
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| To you and yours
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| Just pondering trees
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| For you and me |