| Our address was in the sky
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| Just a roof of woven reeds
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| You and I
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| On the highest front
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| Of a very tall tree
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| Months and months we’d stay up high
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| Because all the climbing takes such time
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| And we’d live on the blooms carried in by the breeze
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| Every night I’d promise you
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| We’d go down to see the friends we once knew
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| But every night I’d make an excuse
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| And I never came down from the roof
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| I awoke and you had flown
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| Just an impression of you next to me
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| And the terrible sound of the clapping of leaves
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| Every night I’d promise you
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| We’d go down to see the friends we once knew
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| But every night I’d make an excuse
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| And I never came down from the roof. |