| There were times in the middle when I held you
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| Between my thoughts
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| Like when you burned all your paintings in the backyard
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| Couldn’t be stopped
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| Or how your hammered up a ladder to summit the roof
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| And Dean held the nails
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| There were times in the middle when I loved you
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| Heavy and soft
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| We were way too stoned to stand
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| But we made it to the top
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| And you were holding 'both my hands
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| And tryna pull me up, mmm
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| 'Cause I was ten then I was fifteen
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| Then I was yesterday afternoon
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| And I was hangin' from the feeling
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| That someday you would bloom
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| Just asking the aspens to grow a boy like you
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| I keep asking the aspens to grow a boy like you
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| There were times in the middle when I held you
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| And it feel like snow
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| Yeah, you’re the only kind of weather so weightless
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| I can’t feel when I’ve let you go
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| And there you aren’t in any of it
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| Hangin' sideways like a tree
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| In the hillside of last summer
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| In the hillside of a memory
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| We were way stoned to stand
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| But we made it to the top
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| And you holding both my hands
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| And tryna pull me up, mmm
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| 'Cause I was ten then I was fifteen
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| Then I was yesterday afternoon (-noon)
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| And I was hangin' from the feeling (The feeling)
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| That someday you would bloom
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| Just asking the aspens to grow a boy like you
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| I keep asking the aspens to grow a boy like you |