| Take me somewhere where the summer never ends,
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| And we count the seasons by the corners of your bed.
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| Today the dog sleeps in and we dress ourselves in blankets once again.
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| 'Cause there’s a list of plan that I’ve been meaning to make
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| But every day is just a promise that I’ll break,
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| So fold your maps until the miles can’t take me away again, me away again.
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| Come close, come close
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| I’ve paid my debts to distance,
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| And earned my share of home.
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| Sing slow, sing slow
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| So If I’m gone before the morning’s set aglow
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| You’re not alone.
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| And I know every minute feels like it’s a week,
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| So hang the picture frames along the walls so you can see The glossy paper
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| Memories of nights you didn’t have to wait on me,
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| And that’s how we’ll stay.
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| Come close, come close
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| I’ve paid my debts to distance,
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| And earned my share of home.
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| Sing slow, sing slow
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| So If I’m gone before the morning’s set aglow.
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| You’re the home that I saw through the woods from the side of the highway,
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| And the dim glow of your lights through the trees still make it harder and
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| Harder to leave.
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| Take me somewhere where the summer never ends,
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| We count the seasons by the corners of your bed,
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| And you fold your maps until the miles can’t take me away again, me away
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| Again.
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| Come close, come close
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| I’ve paid my debts to distance,
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| And earned my share of home.
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| Sing slow, sing slow
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| So If I’m gone before the morning’s set aglow
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| You’re not alone. |