| Please picture me in the trees
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| I hit my peak at seven
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| Feet in the swing over the creek
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| I was too scared to jump in
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| But I, I was high in the sky
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| With Pennsylvania under me
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| Are there still beautiful things?
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| Sweet tea in the summer
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| Cross your heart, won't tell no other
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| And though I can’t recall your face
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| I still got love for you
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| Your braids like a pattern
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| Love you to the Moon and to Saturn
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| Passed down like folk songs
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| The love lasts so long
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| And I've been meaning to tell you
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| I think your house is haunted
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| Your dad is always mad and that must be why
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| And I think you should come live with me
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| And we can be pirates
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| Then you won't have to cry
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| Or hide in the closet
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| And just like a folk song
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| Our love will be passed on
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| Please picture me in the weeds
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| Before I learned civility
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| I used to scream ferociously
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| Any time I wanted
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| I, I
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| Sweet tea in the summer
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| Cross my heart, won’t tell no other
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| And though I can't recall your face
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| I still got love for you
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| Pack your dolls and a sweater
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| We'll move to India forever
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| Passed down like folk songs
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| Our love lasts so long |