| There were days from last week
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| I couldn’t quite complete.
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| Skipped ahead to the next afternoon.
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| Sweat through the sheets.
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| Slept in my shoes.
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| Hung around with the House of Balloons.
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| Keep the speed steady.
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| Hold the wheel straight.
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| We scratch and we scrape.
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| We’re scared then we’re brave.
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| The kids on the corner making eyes at the cars.
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| If you want to saved all it takes is a wave.
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| There were kids at the car wash
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| That said they could get it.
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| Gave them half but they never came back.
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| Drove by so slowly
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| It felt like we’re floating
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| An inflatable raft.
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| Our bodies are stoplights.
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| Our minds are the streets.
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| We scratch and we scrape.
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| We’re scared then we’re brave.
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| The kids on the corner making eyes at the cars.
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| If you want to saved all it takes is a wave.
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| Sarah I still think that you are so beautiful.
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| I’m sorry that you don’t feel the same way as me.
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| We spent so much time in this town driving slowly.
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| We spent so much money on things that didn’t stay.
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| So call for a taxi. |
| Slide into the backseat.
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| It rolls like a glass bottomed boat.
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| The kids on the corner when they reach in the window
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| Their arms look like limbs from an oak.
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| Keep the speed steady. |
| Hold the wheel straight.
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| I swear I feel each little sway.
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| Our minds are the windows.
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| Our bodies are screens.
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| We scratch
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| We scrape.
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| And we dream.
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| We dream of the limbs of the trees.
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| We dream of the views from the boats.
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| Of mountains all covered in oaks.
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| And we hope.
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| As we hang from the limbs of the trees.
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| We cling to the rails of the boats.
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| The mountains all covered in oaks.
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| And we dream.
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| We dream of the limbs of the trees.
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| We dream of the views from the boats.
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| Of mountains all covered in oaks.
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| And we hope.
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| As we hang from the limbs of the trees.
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| We cling to the rails on the boats.
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| The trees as they turn into smoke.
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| The trees they turn slowly to smoke. |