I wish we were stuck up a tree then we'd know it's nicer below I don't know any lullabys I don't know how to make you mine but I can learn in lonely days long ago I saw lovers put on a show well now it's my turn Drive you home then wait by the phone for that call and a walk in the fall no harm will come of this one little midnight kiss it will not burn so many lonely days I feel like a throw away well now it's my turn Falling down is no longer around feeling sun I'm no longer one well isn't this fun?
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