| Under my love
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| Wake up to your window
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| The day calls in billows
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| It’s echoing moonlight onto the blue nightmare of your heart
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| In cozy red rainbow
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| It’s shaking off halos
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| And the memory of our sacred so and so
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| Oh, take my hand sweet
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| Complete your release, unbury your feet
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| And married we’ll be
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| Alone in receiving ours is a feeling not that they would see
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| They don’t know that we could be
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| Down where your cradle escaped the sea
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| And your raven haired mama caught told you so’s
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| We’re hanging in the shadow of your family tree
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| Your haunted heart and me
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| Brought down by an old idea whose time has come
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| And in the shadow of the gallows of your family tree
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| There’s a hundred hearts or three
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| Pumping blood to the roots of evil to keep it young
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| Ah me all mine
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| Is it safe to say that we’ve waited patiently
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| Call me on time
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| And recall the tune that has placed us gracefully
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| All into line
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| There’s a garden grave and a place there saved for me
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| I fall by your side
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| Though your silver haired mama throws told you so’s
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| We’re hanging in the shadow of your family tree
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| Your haunted heart and me
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| Brought down by an old idea whose time has come
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| And in the shadow of the gallows of your family tree
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| There’s a hundred hearts or three
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| Pumping blood to the roots of evil to keep it young
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| And now we’re gathered in the shadow of your family tree
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| In halted harmony
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| Brought down by an old idea whose time has come
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| And in the shadow of the valley of your family tree
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| There’s a hundred hearts or three
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| Pumping blood to the roots of Eden to keep us young |