| Green was the color of the grass
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| Where I used to read at Centennial Park
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| I used to think I would meet somebody there
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| Teal was the color of your shirt
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| When you were sixteen at the yogurt shop
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| You used to work at to make a little money
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| Time, curious time
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| Gave me no compasses, gave me no signs
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| Were there clues I didn’t see?
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| And isn’t it just so pretty to think
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| All along there was some
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| Invisible string
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| Tying you to me?
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| Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
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| Bad was the blood of the song in the cab
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| On your first trip to LA
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| You ate at my favorite spot for dinner
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| Bold was the waitress on our three-year trip
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| Getting lunch down by the Lakes
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| She said I looked like an American singer
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| Time, mystical time
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| Cutting me open, then healing me fine
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| Were there clues I didn’t see?
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| And isn’t it just so pretty to think
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| All along there was some
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| Invisible string
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| Tying you to me?
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| Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
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| A string that pulled me
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| Out of all the wrong arms, right into that dive bar
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| Something wrapped all of my past mistakes in barbed wire
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| Chains around my demons
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| Wool to brave the seasons
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| One single thread of gold
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| Tied me to you
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| Cold was the steel of my axe to grind
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| For the boys who broke my heart
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| Now I send their babies presents
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| Gold was the color of the leaves
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| When I showed you around Centennial Park
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| Hell was the journey but it brought me heaven
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| Time, wondrous time
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| Gave me the blues and then purple-pink skies
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| And it’s cool
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| Baby, with me
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| And isn’t it just so pretty to think
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| All along there was some
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| Invisible string
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| Tying you to me?
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| Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
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| Me
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| Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
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| (Ah-ah-ah)
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| (Ah-ah-ah) |