| Your frame became a gentle nest where I could rest my eyes
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| A place to lay and let the country go careening by
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| Your fingers laced my locks and traced my hillsides
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| Bodies curled about heavily swarmed with butterflies
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| I recall the day the way you said my name changed
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| One day we climbed the tallest hill to feel mighty and high
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| While winds they raced, locked in embrace, we closed our ardent eyes
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| Ravenous as kings, they nearly had us on our knees
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| But I swear right then I felt the world had melted at our feet
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| And all of California was our kingdom
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| The Golden Gate meant to placate the tyrants we’d become
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| And all of San Francisco’s hearts would synchronize
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| One beat would quake the earth and make the skyline yours and mine
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| I recall the day that your brother laid
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| His face pressed to the grass so green
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| The wonders before him unseen
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| Fifty suns arose and fell until back home I came
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| And forced to face to what I’d gracelessly betrayed
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| A love I’d left alone in my abandoned bed to lay;
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| The butterflies all up and died with 'guilt' written on their graves
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| So, my love, I walk now upon eggshells
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| Teetering like the lightest tree trunk trying not to be felled
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| So, my love, I bring to you the truth in offering
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| Enlighten you with honesty and warn you tenderly
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| That I am made of bones as delicate as nature
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| And I am made of skin tough as an elephant’s hide
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| And I made of two hearts, one that can beat faster
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| Than the hummingbird’s wing flies
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| But it must be fed, it must be excited
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| It must be pumped by a strong and eager palm
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| But every hand will inevitably tire
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| And then my fire’s flames, they calm |