| I could wait around for you
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| If I could turn myself into
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| A big old shady oak tree
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| And sit outside your room
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| I feel my limbs are growing
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| I think I’m setting down roots
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| 'Cause no one really gets me
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| Quite the way you do
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| If you’re outside and I’m outside
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| No one has to know, but
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| If you’re outside and I’m outside, we’re alone
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| On opposite ends of the country
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| Or non-contiguous states
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| We’re still within the boundaries of the Milky Way
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| We took our time for granted
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| And we poured it down the drain
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| So we feed ourselves our memories
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| 'Cause we traded each other away
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| No one really gets me
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| Quite the way you do
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| If you’re outside and I’m outside
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| No one has to know, but
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| If you’re outside and I’m outside, we’re alone
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| If you’re outside and I’m outside
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| No one has to know, but
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| If you’re outside and I’m outside, we’re alone
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| I could wait around for you
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| If I could turn myself into
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| A big old shady oak tree
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| And sit outside your room
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| I feel my limbs are growing
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| I think I’m setting down roots
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| If you’re outside and I’m outside
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| No one has to know, but
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| If you’re outside and I’m outside, we’re alone
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| If you’re outside and I’m outside
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| No one has to know, but
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| If you’re outside and I’m outside, we’re alone |