| And in the past I know that we’ve ended on a sour tone
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| I dreamt that we had packed the car and ended up in Yellowstone
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| And I, I want to see the fall undress under the willow tree
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| And time, and time will tell all of what you need to know from me
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| Safe’s the kind of word that makes a love grow old and die
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| I knelt, I wept, the grass was burnt caramel, and the well went dry
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| And we should lose our way before we lose our minds
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| Lose our minds
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| And I, I want to see your full undress under the willow tree
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| And time, and time will tell all of what you need to know from me
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| I say we leave at sunup
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| Meet me where the map ends
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| I want you ready
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| I want you in my forest
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| When I’m like a painting
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| And the paper sky is warming
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| It’s what you need to know from me
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| I want you ready
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| I want you in my forest
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| I know I’m like a painting
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| And the paper sky is warming
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| It’s what you need to know from me
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| I want you ready
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| I want you in my forest
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| I know I’m like a painting
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| And the paper sky is warming
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| It’s what you need to know from me
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| I want you ready
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| I want you in my forest
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| I know I’m like a painting
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| And the paper sky is warming
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| It’s what you’re need to know from me |