Well I'll follow you wherever 
When you lead me by my nose 
On another big adventure- I suppose 
Then you lay me down in clover 
With their petals on my back 
I should make some time 
To do more things like that... 

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Won't you sing to me your poetry, 
Won't you take me to your home, 
Won't you be for me forever 
So I'll never be alone 
And just one thing... 
If you're my queen... 
Then it's a beautiful thing... 

Well I'm buried in my bedroom 
Under fourteen feet of clothes 
I could drown in all this clutter I suppose 

But then you're standing in my doorway 
With a suitcase on your back 
And it blows my mind 
When you do things like that 

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Yeah, reminding me 
Well I might be poor 
But summers free... 
For me, I didn't know I was sleeping 

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