| I’m gonna plant me some seed
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| Grow me an ocean
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| Cut me some trees
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| And build me an island
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| Stand on the corner
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| Flag down a streetcar
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| Go somewhere and phone him
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| And ask him where my thoughts are
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| I’m gonna say to him
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| Are my thoughts with you babe
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| How twisted, babe, are they
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| Since you went away, babe
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| I ain’t been thinking too straight
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| And if that don’t get through
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| I’m gonna build me a flower
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| Sit down in the morning dew
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| And kiss it every hour
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| I’m gonna turn out the lights
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| Turn on the night
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| Give up the fight
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| Go for a flight
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| Catch me a kite
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| Who cares what’s right or wrong
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| When I get to the moon
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| Rent me a room
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| Sit in the gloom
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| All alone
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| And cry are my thoughts with you babe
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| How twisted, babe, are they
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| You know, since you went away, babe
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| I ain’t been thinking too straight
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| I’m gonna turn out the lights
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| Turn on the night
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| Give up the fight
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| Go for a flight
|
| Catch me a kite
|
| Who cares what’s right or wrong
|
| When I get to the moon
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| Rent me a room
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| Sit in the gloom
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| All alone
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| And cry are my thoughts with you babe |