| In a field outside of town we could always be alone
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| Carry a blanket maybe a basket — and that’s it Innocence was the key I was locked up never free
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| Until you turned me Like vines we intertwined (like vines we intertwined)
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| Carelessly growing up and growing old
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| Life was on our tongues (on our tongues)
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| And it tasted heavenly so good
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| I wake up and I feel alone
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| I was just asleep
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| Right where I belong
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| Inside this sad, sad song
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| I knew this was a dream it was too good to be true
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| And the coincidences were a bit much too
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| Who wants to wake up?
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| Who wants to lose it?
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| Who wants to live in this place?
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| Like vines we intertwined (like vines we intertwined)
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| Carelessly growing up and growing old
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| Life was on our tongues (on our tongues)
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| It tasted heavenly so good
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| I wake up and I feel alone
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| I was just asleep
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| Right where I belong
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| Inside this sad, sad song
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| Blankets here keep me from cold
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| Holding tightly my pillows
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| Frantically searching for her
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| Inside my head she’s somewhere
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| She is somewhere
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| I wake up and I feel alone
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| I was just asleep
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| Right where I belong
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| Inside this sad, sad song
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| I wake up and I feel alone
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| I was just asleep
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| Right where I belong
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| Inside this sad, sad, sad song |