| Follow me down to the edge of the town
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| The edge of the town where the graves are
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| Swallowed in weeds in the throws of those trees
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| The throws of the trees where my heart lies
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| You can be my one if you wanna go
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| You can be my Juliet then
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| And we can drift asleep in a lover’s pose
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| But never go away
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| No poison here, we’re safe
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| Follow me down to the kingdom around
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| The edge of now where the tracks are
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| Swallowed in weeds in the throws of those trees
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| The throws of the trees where my soul lies
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| You can be my one if you wanna go
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| You can be Ophelia and then
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| And into the water we will go
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| But never float away
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| No never float
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| I know the bonds will grow with every passing wave
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| Star-crossed but never toss the strength of the poet’s page
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| I know…
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| Juliet…
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| You can be my one if you wanna go
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| You can be my Juliet then
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| And we can drift asleep in a lover’s pose
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| But never know
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| You can be my one if you wanna go
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| You can be my Juliet then
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| And we can drift asleep in a lover’s pose
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| But never close our eyes
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| No we will survive |